Staring out in the open air
Stages of bluntness inside pupils...

Journey with a bucket of pins & needles
Journey with a bucket of feelings that meddles...

There's a time we do remember
When the month was on December...

Being agonize for weeks
Paddle along a creek...

A gift, shall be given to someone
That you didn't know...

Willing to move heaven & earth
Coming into existence of love...

Her beauty glows like a full moon
Light gleams on her silky eyes...

The beauty of silence is,
When there are no mistakes...

My life, shall not be seen
The heart shall always bleed...

Her loves are fill with Butterflies
She came with ream of trust...

Falling leaves, dropping tears,
Going through the ravine of love...

Now I'm old,
Gust of wind blows me cold...