Crying Melon

It is a pity that no one thinks about me
But I bear the world in my mind

It us a pity that no one looks at me hard and listen to hear the rhythm of my heart
But I know the lyrics of every heartbeat I come across

That if i cry all the days all my life over this lingering feat
No one will dust my path with a second thought
Or at least consider the content of my sorrow

It is a pity that I complain and weep in void
Is heaven glacified over this wish?
It is a pity