A mere shadow of Irony.
A reflection of flower on a mirror.
A projected image of moon on the water.
A profound beauty made by the angels above to mock me.
A painful conflictions of reality given by the demons to torment me.
Every day I gaze upon your beauty, inch by inch I move from my attempt to get closer.
But no matter how hard I'll try, I will never grasp such someone who is worlds apart from my reach.
Someday I wish I can be free from my predicament that binds me in this reality.
Ironically, you are the shadow of my curse.
All I can do is just gaze upon your beauty, while I am enchained by the conflicts of reality shoving on my face that I can never move any closer to you, because you will never be mine for you are a reflection of a flower on a mirror, and a projected image of moon on the water.
My kyoka suigetsu,
my love.
my curse...
