When the sun set
I was filled up with joy
For I met a girl
Reading under a stair, unslings her books annoyed.

I was captivated by her scintillating beauty
I put my eyes on her
I saw her shining eyes like a mirror
Her movement, when she walk so stylish
Her voice so romantic when she speaks her musical voice.

Is she happy?
I find it hard to leave
As I am about to leave her at school
The joy on my face turn to tears
She sat down lightly
She sat not to cry
The tears of joy flooded on her pretty face.

My friends are hearty
Now I am lonely and weak
Did you find a place to rest?
A better place than mine?

Yes men, I rest so easy
I cherish my own sweetheart
Never ask me who.