The true one shall come from a strange land
The land I will harvest from
I will meet you first in the light
on that very night
I’d look into your bright
eyes and I’d feel great
so I’d fell in love from that sight
and would go to bed that night

I’d had an option to tell you the truth
but would decide to shut my mouth
because I’d felt it would still be at youth
to speak such unusual truth

which could be so disgraceful to my personality

short awhile I’d fell to sleep
In my sleep, I’d bleed the pain
of unsaid feeling
thinking of seeing her again
so I can pasture her like a sheep
following the awe to ascertain
and satisfy its feeling

She’d been a passer-by or a mate
so not certain I’d meet her again
but the feeling I can't say to anybody in vain
because it's her I’d feel this for
cowardliness is an awkwardness