In a memory box put it and lock for ever.
I'd rather shake hands cordially with an enemy
Then pretend we still respect each other.
I don't respect you, what a coincidence
You – either.
Indeed, a burial ceremony is not enough to lessen the rage I owe you.
Those nights and mornings are dead past.
You must be frightened because of my scolding speech.
At last, I leave you digging your own path.
I am often puzzled by people's intentions and rarely deduce these intentions hardly exist.
People, they're not reflexive. Better on my own.