The sky you own is very expensive than mine,
The lillies in my backyard dried in the desperate
waiting of your acceptance,
The feelings I hold keep sinking down in the rare
records of your replies,
My eyes started ignoring but with my hearteye
I was hopelessly looking for your presence,
You were just seemed like a right kind of trouble
The combination of gentle and wild breeze,
You set a flame in my heart and minded the most
Beautiful chaos that give ease to my morning and
Quiet my evening with grace,
Fireflies starts...