Whisper out your heart my beloved!!
For I shall bear it with laugh,
If what thou tongue voice is hatred,
And laugh I shall gladly,
If Cupid has decided it to be blessed.

Whisper out your melodies my beloved!!
Tainted with reminiscence of tragedies,
But still it ought to be laughed,
To close thy scars damped with tears.
Fie the smiles harbouring cries.

Whisper out our stories my beloved,
And I intent to hear with interest,
For my love is no jest.
But if I art thou jester,
Then jest I shall till thee groan with laughter.

Whisper out something my beloved,
Devoid emotion your face portrays.
Why do you feel so cold?!
Wake up love and do tell,
Will you not whisper me farewell?

The name of our story is love,
And love be the song that makes our heart dance along,
But dance be that of a life entering as he sings none but cries,
And cries be heard all over the place as sweet and beautiful lies,
But lies are the lies that you speak to please me,
For pleased I am not by your lies but by our story,
And our story do have a name,
The name of the story is love.

Born in the sky and die on the land,
And in amid is where it's life stand.
Droplets splashing over the willows.
Not one, not two but millions of them.

The passing mourner hugs this bliss,
And the falling art responds with a gentle kiss,
Such is the benevolence of rain,
Driving insane to the realm of sane.

One bystander have witnessed,
Twice the miracle falling from the clouds,
Yet he awaits the third one,
This time sharing it with his fourth son.

The beauty of the fall falls short ,
In comparison to the life, rain escort,
As seeds of red and green blooms,
A new life fiddles in his mother's womb.

How should I remember thee?
Through the dance of the fireflies,
Dancing as my heart cries.
What a beautiful summer it is for me!

How should I remember thee?
Through the song of letting go,
Sung by the fallen leaves as the wind blow,
What a beautiful autumn it is for me.

How should I remember thee?
Through the fresh buds blooming,
The start of a new ending,
What a beautiful spring it is for me.

How should I remember thee?
Through the soft beds of the fallen snow,
Decorating my sight nice and slow.
What a beautiful winter it is for me.

I still remember thee,
As my sorrowful joy lay next to me.
Countless years still reminding me of you.
With a heavy heart I bid you adieu.

The night was at a still.
Only our shadows seemed to thrive,
Conversing through the street lamps,
A slight flickering narrating a silent demise.

An easy wind creased our face,
Some words were left unspoken,
The eerie night seemed to decipher them
And a soul was left forsaken.

Your side-locks seemed beautiful
And the wind seemed to glorify it.
A sigh escaped your lips,
I think we need to quit.

Aghast as I was would surprise the fates,
A dreadful feeling wandering seemed to find its dwelling.
You turned and started to depart,
The night was still long and living.

Alone in the darkness engulfed street,
The red moon seemed like a magnificent sight.
My heart bears a weeping wound,
A tale of betrayal in the dead of night.

Sing along with me,
A verse of bewildered cries.
Imitating the harmony of Dolos,
A verse of guile and disguise.

Sing along with me,
A verse of reflections and surprise.
A story of betrayal and regret,
A verse of love breeding lies.

Sing along with me,
A parody of love and affection.
A story of the blind,
A verse of false satisfaction.

Sing along with me the last verse,
bleeding wound whispering a silent curse.
A verse of the last breath,
A banquet of life and death.