Silent Departure

I shall start loving myself from today.

What portion of me will I give to your arrogant rose, and how rhythmic am I going to be?

How many more times will I mistake your back for your chest and cry on it?

I will close all communication from today;

I won't bow down to you any longer,

I'll love myself enough to be proud of who I am.

You have no right learning about my arduous love!

The sound of the river near the rocks is something I will never want to hear again.

There is an end to all stories,

When the music ends, the stage is left empty with the melody's traces.

My beloved face is vanished, therefore I'll return to my solitude with the ink of remembrance—

Instead of these debates, the phrase "Silent Departure" will become highly common in the future.