While I heard you fight with me,
takes me plug the deep of my emotion
thinking many times isolated in time.
And second time you fight with me,
clinched into my love ocean
with a wave of songs in prime.
The sweetest surface bright cream
tasted in my manner equation
and I curse with you feeling fine.
And now you're with me at the right time.
But I still in sliping hands,
which bind my attention land.
you decide to let me slip away,
from this roughly mislay
or I could leave the right time.