Sacrificed Love: Searching for Lost Life.

 Could I truly run through the pain, I wonder?

Embrace him even when my soul felt like it might ignite?
I sacrificed myself for love, a belief that illuminated my existence.
And you know, I found it. It wasn't my life I lost,
I discovered the pure smiles I'd never known, the sweet thrills I'd never heard,
Within me, an innocent girl emerged.

But they say, if you love someone too deeply, they'll depart.
I wish he had left me, no matter the sacrifices I made for him,
He took not only my heart but my very life.
Now, I'm a refined lady, striving to locate my essence in a world where I've gone astray.
My once-innocent emotions have metamorphosed into ruthless sentiments,
My genuine smiles have morphed into weighted grins.

This torment that gnaws at my heart propels me not toward life but my sole passion: death,
Love, the murderer of life.
I yearn for someone to shatter the world and unearth my existence.
But was love ever sought?
Could love truly be found?

I didn't seek love within him; I hunted for the life I'd forfeited.
I gave my all, considering him my very existence.
Perhaps my soul will find you, my beloved,
If he could abandon me despite everything, pilfer my life, and drive me toward death,
At least where I lay, my killer would be known.

Perhaps, as a soul, I'll enter your life and bestow us the gift of existence.
I hope you'll cherish our lives, for I no longer possess a self.
This once-perfect sentiment of mine surrenders itself to utter nothingness.