My happiness is busy making others happy.
Happiness, you are a traitor,
our forbidden love you ignore
and our childhood picture
you have torn down into pieces
after you elope with other happiness.
I tried to glue down the pieces
especially when you blindfolded me.
I was surprised that your arms
were not embracing at all.
Hopeless am I for your return
for that sweet blindness sweeping
I stopped disturbing the bar
for my future happiness returning
back. The bartender is dubious.
My beer glass replaces happiness.
Only this moment, this moment.
When I closed the door,
shut my languid eyes in despair
only to invite your presence,
pressing your gentle hands once
more against my eyes, I surprised
myself to see happiness.