The night has its own spell
It casts me to think deeper
‘Cause some nights are cold
But this very night is different.

I feel the warmth of my deepened feelings
I feel your pulse beating around my waist
I feel your mild breathe that warms my back
I feel warmth intertwined with calmness

This very night is dearest
I sleep with a smile on my face.
Often the curse of my night
Will always be filled with questions

So I ache for another sweet warmness
But it has foolishly blinded me
I fell for it really fast
I’m breathlessly going under.

But the night is over
And it makes me realize
The warmth is just temporary
You’ll never be mine.