At the summit of my patience,
I summon the landslide of your naked body,
and am struck with continued dismay
at the divided figures,
This cold war lingers,
with the struggle of my tortured blood,
under the scents, the torment of my enemy,
Peace doesn't admit or confuse
the gospel of Laisses-faire,
You've become numb stealing my mountain,
My breath fastens,
with the uprooting of rocks.
Love is selfish,
I can never take you to my unit,
Why beg pity of me or all?
I feel so upset that you mistaken me, after all.