One Part Of Me, Always Half

What dreams can I leave aside,
Nor can I love you again like before...
I can wait alone.
Like that; I cant do anything.

If I extend my hand now,
As close as I can touch;
But you're too far away for me to reach out.
This is between two hearts,
It is the distance that gnaws the soul.

I am no longer about us;
Weary of despair,
I'm devastated with anger.

The sadness brought by the season is futile,
Line by line embroiders your work, pity the heart.
If I too reach out to literature,
I hug poems.

I pull my blanket from the fairy tale,
I made pillows from folk songs.
I am happy when alone;
It's just... One part of me, always half.