I was alive, yet felt as though I had died,
For I had counted every day beside the night.
A lifetime far and all alone —
Only because he sought devotion,
While I had offered him my heart.
For years, I could have fit inside a single grain,
So tightly had I folded myself within myself.
And in that suffocating air, whenever dusk would fall,
It seemed the wounded one was me, not the sun.
Whenever dusk would fall… whenever dusk would fall…
How I wish I had forgotten those sunsets.
