Pihithuden Adare Livve

I am the one who made these weary, sorrowful tears in your eyes,
and even in the moment I was wiping those tears away,
you said this to me:
however much my own heart was hurting, why did you never ask me about it?
it was you who wrote love with a knife-tip into the tender places of the heart..

On the burning pyre, amid the fire of separation, it was I who kept searching for you…
knowing full well how much it would hurt, endlessly, it was you, in the tender places of the heart

With a knife-tip….
you wrote love with a knife-tip..

On the burning pyre, sprinkling dew-drops of tears, it was I who put out the rising fire…
bearing the sighs held in my memories, it was you, in the tender places of the heart

With a knife-tip,
you wrote love with a knife-tip..

A raw, wounded heartbreak song whose central image is unforgettable: love written into the heart with the tip of a knife. The singer admits his own guilt first, he is the one who put those weary, sorrowful tears in her eyes, and recalls how, even as those tears were being wiped away, the quiet accusation came: however much my heart was hurting too, why did you never ask? Love here has already curdled into blame and regret.

The refrain returns to that carved-in image. It was you who wrote love with a knife-tip into the tender places of the heart, he says again and again, a love so painful it was etched into the softest, most defenceless parts of him, the way a blade scores wood and leaves marks that cannot be smoothed away. This is not gentle love; it is love that cut.

The rest piles grief on grief in funeral imagery: a burning pyre, the fire of separation, on which he keeps searching for her even knowing how much it will hurt, then tries to put that rising fire out by sprinkling it with dew-drops of tears. He carries the sighs stored in his memories, still returning to those wounded, tender places of the heart. It is a song about a love that scarred, sung by Sanjeew Lonlies to words by Dilshan Pathiratne.