it was raining and I played nocturne
there was the time when I knew you were my tune
to every single melody I composed
each of them kept blooming like a rose

with you, I was brought to a solemn admiration
and an overflowing sentimental emotion
with you, I thought I found guidance
and an utter chance to change

I thought we'd prepossess a rhapsody
and whirled being nocturne
I guess I might execute errancy
love, you said you weren't certain

today, as the love keeps beguiling me
with selfishness towards yourself
I can't cease to adore
and begin having no help

today, the agony sets its own tune
and I guess I may call it nocturne.