If ever being of tired,  ghostly in the middle of the night l turned back to your side.
Still  I will not keep my eyes in your eyes anymore.
Like the compass of the Sailor, I will remain the constant North star.
Still the sail of your ship will not blow by my wind anymore.
If ever in your black eyes, when does the cloud get closer.
I will droped from your eyes like the water of the monsoon.
And will not stay in your eyes anymore.
Like in the shape of the blind, I will stay remain in the dark.
And like the dream I will not live  in your eye anymore.
I will not keep my eyes in your eyes with gap of the eyeglasses anymore.