This tear drop isn't mine
but yours...
This crescent of a tear drop
glittering in a faint glow
through the silky canopy
as cold as a fading star
lifeless and dying
is your possession
it isn't mine
You who taught me
to read the sorrowful words
of the scripture of demise
to me who never knew
the bitterness of weeping
you are the owner of
this tear drop so cold
it isn't mine
Translation by - Samanmalee Abayasiri
