Sail

We sail,

into the uncharted waters;

to the rough seas.

We fought against each other often,

Torrents and storms are common

in our voyage.

With you,

I always enjoyed the calm before the storm,

the moment when we're all okay

before things gone mayday.

What are we again?
To be anchoring such pain,

to shoulder unnecessary blames,

Remind me,

What are we again?

Though you're the apple to my eye,

I never say that I won't make you cry.

Though I'm your favorite,

You never say that you won't make things elaborate.