A dim star,

gleaming in my eyes,

look at me and hide in the corner..

 Gloomy face with a decent moonlight shadow.. 

Wanted you to have, but fear of the irony..

I want to be free... 

Fighting for my hope... 

But your love, 

likewise always covered by the irony and hypocrisy..

Should I mourn and give up?

Okay, Goodbye.

from a to a

alrahe

geez, how pathetic, you even don't dare to face me A.