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Heard of Your Call

The one who knows no love could never know its losing pain.
Anytime I can feel your warmth through your skin but now I'm not here with you.


Many songs heard to my ears, but my mind catching it is just one, it's your softened whisper by my side.
Why do you ring my heart so much? If I ask you, only no answer must reply to my question.


Why do you make me embarrassed so much, oh my God?


Very many times, dancing and performance was passing through my life, but only one tip of them, you didn't make me heard.
You just wanted to come to my country.


This time I want to go to your home country.


So heavy season has attacked to our earth at any corner.
But perhaps people's breathing and acting could never disappear from this our land as the earth.


If I wanted to be heard, anytime I can be heard of your call.
And it'd be okay.


Autumn deepens also in my residential area. But only you are not here.
Just I feel so scared to be accostomed with even this loneliness.


Just I want to take back my rare honest human mind.
Then, for helping me to take it back, please make your voice heard by my ears.


Imagining your whisper, my inner heart could echo to my mind enough heard of your call.


Even if you could not come back to me, I'll just make inner heart catching your voice an Angel's blessing words for me at Holy night.


I want just only heard of your call, too earlier to have true Holy night for me now.


Heard of your call, with it I'll meet you in my dream.


Holy, saint your heart echoing whispering dream, hello, and good night to you, say your voice!


(Sep. 30th. 2020)