Sadness lies beside my tears.
Where the sweetest dream of Love,
Sleeps on a dreary clouds.
Every longing beat of my heart,
Becomes the verse of my soul.
Grasping an astray memory of a melody.
In a changeable nature of human love,
It's like holding the time in your hands,
Delaying old memories beyond your thoughts.
I must wake up in this dreamful Art of Love.
To see clearly in this evening sky,
How stars shiver In a distance.
If Loving purely in reality makes it last
I will hold-on, till for a Lifetime.
When I would finally found,
The half soul of mine.
