Love, the word I used to hate
Bitterness was sweet
Not until dozen of candies
Tasty bounds becomes great
Mind becomes imaginative
Fantasizing everywhere.
As I turn stranger to my lover.

There's a mystery she hides
As she passes by through a tree
No one is particular with her name
Even her face no one could see

As she swing in the cradle in the tree
Swing, swing back in fourth
she stopped and turn her way to me
Everything went dark

And, I wake up lying in the park
It is near the lake that I could barely see myself
It's me who no one dares to ask
It's me who embraces darkness than weakness
It's me who feels denied so isolate