I was so blind, I could not see; Your Paradise is not for me.

My body never bared fruits.

The hidden flowers withered,

before they got their chance to blossom.

All around me is an ocean of flowers

- except me -

The faded

But how am I supposed to bud

- the seeds miserably dying in my ground of unrequited love -

when everything in me is deadly deserted emptiness?