Albeit touches won't sparks the flame of passion,
I bet I've damaged the trigger of my heart so bad,
My paper and pen are starving,
Horrendously that I gotta hunt again..
the old trail seems to be totally not me no more,
My compass refuse to cooperate,
the nature turns their faces away,
sulking for the cruel time,
I'm a virgin traveler.. with even the air declined to compromise..
all these pieces of 'everything'
My formidable opponent,
Let me love again,
and I shall not contravene nor whimper,
for the agony I've fabricated.