Translation Chain 1.25It was a moment between light and dark-
the moon had stopped in front of the crossroads.
I lie, with both eyes on the deserted night sky.
Our gaze meets just as the alarm sounds
(if only closing our eyes would bring the war to a pause.)
Even at last, she was kind.
She had to leave, for him to survive.
For pursuit of a reunion.
The one who reigns the dark stands alone.
Easy to look at, something that he has left for all to see:
"For the thousands of diamonds, the seer seeks victory
only with tens of thousands of prophecies, all as clear as the diamonds."
And the sparkling brings upon the dawn.
Were the nudes lustful?
(She claims that there was a reason.)
Unable to explain the fading of life
Deposited in blurry reflections,
They search for each other, in senseless shapes.
The sunrise awakens the masks of pain.
Piercing through the rays,
They possess the sunlight.
Turning his head away, the artist struggles to trap darkness.
25th translation of the poem "Chiaroscuro" by Marvinth
untitled.It's past midnight, awoken by a monstrous sound, I sit up and listen.
A million men trotting on the glass.
Their leader shouts and screams, and shouts and screams.
The men lose their pace- they stop for just a moment.
And in seconds, they start moving again, in their signature mad stomp.
Then without a warning, all of them died.
I could still hear the shouts and screams,
but all thats left is their shadows, falling into the shadows.
Like honey dripping down a cup of tea.
...I want to feel again.One week.
The oranges you bought for me are still sitting on my kitchen table. Your midnight text messages are still in my phone. Your favorite clothes are still in the closet. I couldn't let them go.
The flowers you grew; the words you spoke; the cookies that you baked. They all came and knocked on my door- I didn't know what to do- I let them in.
Your memories- it was too much, I had to lock them all inside a box.
I really wanted to throw the box away- but I couldn't, so I threw the key into the river.
The mug that was yours- I threw it out the window. I didn't turn away until I heard it break.
Time has passed.
One month? Two? Three? Half a year?
...... How many more?
My feeble refute.When we are sad, all we can ever see is our self.
Suddenly the people around us all disappears, and its up to ourselves to catch our bodies from our falling grace.
The feelings have been buried inside. Hate, betrayal, loneliness.
Suddenly, pain seems like something as necessary as food, water. No, it is even more important.
Pain is the most revealing and also most concealed emotion.
Self-inflicted pain reveals a lot when discovered. Hate, betrayal, loneliness.
But more than anything, it is somebodys passage of escape, and subconsciously, somebodys cry for help.
The pain on the inside that just grew and grew until one day it flooded the body.
When we are sad, we forget the word love.
We forget the meaning of love; the existence of love. We forget the reason to love.
Sad times passes slowly, yet they do. Finally, when we turn around to look back, we will evaluate everything again.
The choices can still be understood, but the meaning beh