You were the light in the tunnel
That I dreamt.
But I was mistaken …
You are just another pain.
I cannot let
Unhappiness enter my life again;
No way, not this soon;
I cannot entertain you as my new pain!
So my darling, I quit;
Goodbye, my yellow flute!
I was already a bruised soul when you came;
I let you into my heart
Only because I saw you as a healing flame:
A yellow fire, lovely, and passionate;
You inspired me to imagine the unimaginable,
But now I realize, I was just in a fantasy, in a bubble.
Yes, you were right
When you said I acted unrealistically optimist;
Optimist I am, but to imagine, to expect
The possibility of love with a distant heart,
Yes, perhaps, that was a naive fault.
So go ahead, my dear, live
Your realistic life;
Forget this long-distance love,
and find your future husband or wife!
I am truly done;
I cannot let you sting me for no reason;
Goodbye, my cute scorpion.
Goodbye, my yellow flower,
Or whatever I called you before;
You are already wilting outside my heart’s door,
Your withering petals falling on the floor.
Meeting you, however, was a bliss,
But I cannot afford to go on like this,
To, soon or later, see my blue, disappointed face
In the mirror, calling me a wuss.
Time for me to act realistic,
And to quit being unrealistically romantic.
Until I meet another someone
That believes in the possibility of the impossible,
I shall bring down my heart’s curtain,
Close my doors, windows, and anything penetrable;
I can no more swim inside a bubble.
I dared to let you enter my heart,
But now I quit;
However, I won’t give up on love
Because I dare to live,
I dare to dream,
I dare to beam,
I dare not gloom,
I dare to bloom!