The portrait of lies rivals unparalleled beauty,
conversing arrogantly, Oh! Such a pity.
The fire dancing dazzlingly at the fireplace
And unresolved feelings flow down my face.

I happen to cross a solitary evening,
with neighboring wild slowly dying.
Distant howling signifying the dawn of night
And the glory of stars engulfed my sight.

Once again, I gazed at the portrait.
Even though I trust my fate
A knock at my door seems too late
And hope is what I await.

Life has been such a miracle
And my journey seems to reach its pinnacle
I wish I would not suffer,
As I walk in hands with my slumber.