Mistakes

I drifted accidentally, and floated in front of your nonchalant eyes.
What are gold and riches although they bring me a good life?
I always thought I had left but actually I never did comply.

One will always escape from the looming tower of sadness.
One will definitely be happy but with a tinge of depression.
When the cold winds blow, actually the dreams had long disappeared.

It is me who cannot let go, reluctantly holding onto dreams

Truth and lies, love and hatred,
staying or leaving, but still mistakes are created.
Many people, many emotions we encountered,
all had gone, cannot be forced and left me perturbed.

Looking back at me with your usual smile,
just to see my face that has been to Hell.
I don't know what to say, but I'm sure you can tell.

Feelings are deep, feelings are strong,
feelings are real, but still they proved wrong.
Time to give up, but still hard to move on.
A dying heart, with nothing left to mourn.

Feelings sway but what good it does?
In the end the lonesome one dies like dragonflies during the dusk.