This cynical bitter moment,
Hot summer vehement-
Beyond all odds it's your hand,
Touching that I discover me in a grassland.

Blue stone is turned into ruby red,
All dystopian feelings have been fled.
Charming wind blowing from south,
Makes me reviving touching mouth.

Repeatedly being hurt committing wrong,
It's Love that stimulates to sing sweet song.
Mind sails on a rip turbulent bay,
Let's fly across blue skies of the day.

It's your eyelids winking again and again,
Tell me happiness is hidden to regain.
I was nonchalant in a state of dying,
You inspired me to live again by vying.