I will write your name in a piece of my flesh
Using the tint of my blood
I will tremble for sure
For the pain may cause me death.

The clouds were angry at me
Its ashen clouds were shouting thunders
I have been cursed by heavens
But I kept on following your trace.

Under the book of my poetry
I have hidden my misery
For loving you was the only thing I have in mind.
I am sorry.