The Day We First Met!

The spring blossoms, 

These condensed matters of existence,
Appearing in a moment as if out of nothingness,
Yet, a universal effort shines through each one of them,  

The spring blossoms, 

These condensed matters of existence, 

The spring blossoms, 

The constant contradicors of nothingness!

Destiny is often merciless!
Often, because there was that one day that contradicted the rhythm of vengeance, violence, and void!

Destiny is often merciless!

Often, because there was that one day in May that the chilled room with dim lighting got warm,
for I found your heavenly eyes!
I remember that day, for destiny is often merciless, 

And the day we first met broke the rhythm of destiny!

*For Brian on the day we first met!