At the very first night of november,
the smoke of the cigarette is colliding with the flickering light of the lamp post.
At the very first sight I have lost.
Lost within your eyes, floating like a black fish, eyes half closed feeling everything on my fist like a missing soul lost in nowhere and doesnt know how to break the walls that breaking us apart.

At that very first night
the howling of the owl, the loneliness of the dark, the coldness of the wind.
At the very first sight, I hugged you tight.
Butterflies go wild, filled my tummy,
emptied my mind, washed away my thoughts.
For the first time in my life,
I know I am loved.