loneliness had crept into the depth of my soul,
sadness has devoured me in whole
how good could it had been
if I can lie in my love's bossom
listening to those encourauging word that liven my being?

foreasmuch as the sun riseth,
my responsibilities reminds me to buckle up.
how I wished I can communicate with your soul
my days will never be in vain,
at least, I will have someone to share my pain.

oh great wind of the west,
remember to deliver my letter to the mother of the west,
remember to tell my love of my longing
and do remember to tell my mama of my loving
in this faraway land of the heathen.