Beloved Self... 
The midnight sky adorned by stars, 
Stars that rearranged themselves 
In the same old embellishment, 
That once struck my profound fancy, 
And made me pen them down in all of their glorious beauty. 
Sweet music that lingered the air, 
Charming tunes from the lips of soulful singers, 
That once killed my icy heart, 
Made me reborn, and realize, 
That life through another spectacle, 
Is nothing but warm, cozy and beautiful. 
Poetry, 
Sonnets and proses, 
Scripted by the pens of the artistic, 
Once stirred a raging storm£¬ 
And made a romantic out of me. 
Fairytale, 
Magnificent castles with eccentric wizards, 
Knights in swash-buckling armors, 
That lived in my candyfloss dreams, 
Once shoveled the depths of my imagination.
The morning air that swelled, 
With the fragrance of pretty, dewy flowers, 
The birds that sang melodious tunes, 
And the green grass that spread all across the meadows, 
The very essence of life, 
Once captured within my eyes. 
Yet, 
Now, 
To me, 
The midnight sky is nothing but a black canvas, 
Which kills the day, 
And marks the weary hours of the night. 
Songs and musicals, 
Are merely a few words, 
Accompanied by the clink-clanking of instruments, 
Noise to my eardrums, 
Head trips for my mind. 
Poetry, 
Only belongs to poets, 
Those who live life with love, 
And die with passion. 
For a poet I am not, 
The passion I yearn I own not, 
And the life I live, 
I love not! 
Fairytale and happily ever-after, 
Should have never been told. 
For they're merely innocent fantasies, 
Surreal, 
Yet when you embrace it, 
It dissolves into foam, 
Amidst the seas of the real world. 
Everyday life is dull, bland and ugly, 
I hear not the singing birds, 
And I see not the grassy plains, 
Oh, where have my beloved self gone to, 
Come back to me, 
For my life is like a parched throat without water, 
I trod on the journey of life without a purpose. 
Oh, beloved self! 
I anticipate your return, 
Embrace me with passion and let me love life again!
