This world will burn your stained soul,
And leave you abandoned my dear,
You do not belong here,
Lets go, lets just leave this world.
They are not your people.
They are divine, flawless people,
They belong here.
They will not accept your blemished existence my dear.
They only love heavenly butterflies.
How would they love you my colourless flower?
I know one day,
Your beloved will leave you in the hands of death,
Leave you mourning.
They like to keep immortal sculptures in their houses.
I am scared that your pure heart will die before you,
And the saddest sea will pour all of its water into your eyes.
O my featherless bird, come back to your home.
I am waiting for you...........