I was sailing my ship proudly long before your arrival.
The storm is ready to engulf my soul,
shattered by the one, who came to make me whole.
The darkness felt darker than the moonless night,
Even the clouds had banned the streaks of white light.
Only a few dreams have been held by my eyes,
But now even my sleep has been snatched by your lies.
One who never gets tired of calling me priceless,
Now the one is regretting his efforts and calls them worthless.
I was sailing my ship proudly long before your arrival,
The shore you have shown me came out as the whirlpool and there lasts no hope of survival.
