▪︎A Melancholic Morn▪︎ A verse so dolour, never was weaved A morning so bright, never was grieved With time, this heart ain't mending As if this elegiac lament is never-ending. 《Captioned》 ▪︎A Melancholic Morn▪︎ Alone I stood, amidst this vale Lamenting over my unrequited tale Loathing the scarlet of the dawn Reminiscing in bits my woeful bygone. Of the anecdotes yet to be told
