Scent of Gardenia

I've been wandering alone in this never-ending myriad,

until now I've been shut and blind in my hatred.
But then, truth shall be told, you were there,
in the endless stars, in the sky above my eyes,
looking for me, a broken and rusty wheel,
you were dancing like the flowers of gardenia.
Your beauty, my heart has sinked in your shapes.

And now I just want you to hold me in your arms,
I want to feel your touch, smell the scent of your body.
I wish you by my side in our future realm of delight,
far away from this degenerate and rotten world,
so our feelings can remain forever interlaced,
And stay pure as the silky snow of the winter.

You know, my beloved, like the mournful moonlight,
I was drowned in a river of kalmia's tears,
but my soul has found you on a sunny day's glimpse,
and I grabbed it in hopes to settle down my despair.
Even if your voice is still dyed of bitter disgust,
and I have deeply disappointed you and been a egotistical bastard,
I want to pierce my ego, I wish to shred my narcissus flowers,
I want to dismantle myself and give every piece of me to you.
Heath flowers have been in your garden for far too long.
These lousy feelings shall not grow again inside you.

Shouting your name from a distance,
I want to touch your heart forever,
the flowers which bloomed shall never die.
Your grace is like a god's miracle,
and your eyes reflect the prettiest of horizons.
You have the sweetest scent I have ever felt.
I wish to hold you in my arms forever.