Mystery

Everything’s mystery now.
I only wait for one answer:
was he the only one...
and I won’t have anyone else?
Will serene happiness
shine in cloudy height,
I wish I knew exactly...

Dying of whisper
that unbelievably sounds like a cry,
of self-hatred,
of emptiness and weakness for an instant,
of desperate grief -
I want to see the future.
Everything’s mystery now...