With the breeze stroking me, you should leave,
So that I don’t feel uneasy with myself,
feels like a mere flesh in your bed.
Before the curtain doesn’t smell like our love,
The wet towel you threw on the floor
Lose its essence of your soul
You should leave!
Or else I would fall for you again,
It will take the whole of me to be so pleasant again.
I burned myself, here I am the ash,
Just to remove you from my existence.
So leave before I could lose these ashes too,
Buried within me, no place to call home.