Many are the times we make decisions,
Many are the decisions highly regrettable,
And mine being one of the above mentioned,
A lament I do which is only a durge,
Weep not for me instead a black rose be bought,
Maybe by the time you finish reading,
My voice would be so low and face pale.

People do make mistakes,
The same people correct their mistakes,
For love being a journey we embarked,
Accidents will always happen!
And home being where the heart is,
Do we vacate our homes when a candle goes off?
Do we abandon our homes when a chair is broken?

Baby, if I die today,
Would...