And then I found my way back to the corners,
draining salty tears running on my face;
believing for someone's words to whisper,
then you came in the midst of my darkness.

Sudden shivers of my body may never calmed,
midnight sorrows, turned to calling her;
but I was strong enough to bury the pains I had,
for you told me to stand still when I was cursed.

And now loving you is still shrouded in mystery,
but these artifacts will remain for thousand years;
I was perfected by someone's imperfections, indeed,
and then I found my way back to the corners.