DON'T ASK ME WHY

Don’t ask me why…
It is but a secret kept beneath the deepest of my life.
Don’t look through the heart of my sadness.
I may not be me but I am myself.

Don’t ask me why if I don’t speak much.
I didn’t even cry the day WE were born.
I have the same asking too. Let it be mine alone.
Don’t try to sprinkle my dew over the desert of my life.
My dew is but a mirage. It’s an illusion.

Don’t try to cheer me up with your smile. It only hurts.
A smile is my handcuff. My prison.

Don’t often remind me of my sadness.
It is what I have suckled from my mother’s breast during my infancy…
and will be inside my scabbard forever.

My friend, don’t ask me why.
By sadness, I saw the “life” .
She conceived me and I came out from her.
So, don’t wipe away my tears. It is by these tears that I
could only write my hopes and wishes.

Don’t come to me closer.
Don’t ask me why because you won’t understand.
The darkness, the sadness and I were born one.
Sure, the sun will rise after the hour of my death.

Don’t ask me why…