A maiden so pure and genuine,
Looking straight at the darkest part of the well,
The moon and the stars somber brightly,
Even it lit the cheerless and melancholic nightfall.

Standing still and a heart running in race,
Hugging an image of the quondam aficionado,
'Till tears streaming in her eyes,
As she remembers the old good times.

Whether she open and close her eyes,
The man in her dreams is seen in a distant,
Making a short return of how his smiles and look
Can melt her fragile heart.

The look that flatters her heart,
Those eyes so gentle and true,
The curve of his lips and the teeth that show,
Makes her cry in despair.

The stares that makes the world stop,
Left a mark in her deeply broken heart,
The stares that made her love him deeply,
She wish you'd look at her like you used to be.