So today, it was like an avenue
You were just right and I couldn't handle
Not sure how do I believe upon the quest
Either I have been a long wait
Or a torment intact of closed gate
So today, I won't believe in gestures
In this ephemeral world, I lost myself while I confront your shadow
So is your real psyche, the "talk of mountains"
In fact, the breeze follows the tactics of your white scarf
While the cold wind handed over the audacity
So unconditionally why to approach the dusk early
As translucent your scarf
And the hairs, that cannot be curly!
Should I Acquiesce you are there?
What inside daily I have to bear!
In the long run, thy remarks bear witness
You got more and I got less
So today, no more barren heart
As already has been depart!