It's two in the morning
and I've tried to ask myself
"what keeps you awake?"
I didn't know the answer,
Yet I can feel it,
the heart of a poet,
it flows in my blood
it makes my soul alive

These words, These words
It should be kept deep in my heart
Yet a poet, screams everything
Through these words, these words
Nobody's going to understand
But if you have the heart of a poet,
Sure enough, you will.

Let's skip the bad memories;
Let's keep the good ones
For it would illumine not only our lives
but also our way of thinking

Let's forget the people who broke our hearts;
Let's remember the people who took good care of it
For it would illumine not only our lives
but also our way of loving

Let's forgive the people who left;
Let's treasure the people who stayed
For it would illumine not only our lives
but also our way of searching