In the fire of the night,
let the spark brings light,
let our love burns together,
I will help you lose your fears.

The beauty of the moon,
kisses on our love songs,
filled my heart with love,
butterflies in my stomach.

The time is our only enemy,
I will take your sadness away,
to every twilight of the moment,
I will never let you be broken.

In the fire of the night,
let the spark brings light,
let our love burns together,
I will help you lose your fears.

You can never be mine,
you are just a memory
of once yesterday.
Created by love,
destroyed by love.
I accept it.
Even in the hardest times,
but I have to let you go,
and let you see the world
without me,
and let me find
the missing piece of this heart,
that I thought
I already found in you.

I write through the words I could not speak,
for every teardrop, lying on her lonely lips;
she is my sunset before night comes awake,
she is my poetry, in my dreams, when I sleep.

I write on the silence embraced by the night,
for every hope, foresee but strength to move;
I cast myself away from the shadows of life,
she is my poetry, in my eyes, when I love.

I write those heartaches she tried to seclude,
for every doubt, which ever maimed her feet;
she is a one perfect love story to be told,
she is my poetry, in my grave, on my death.

Blue eyes covered
with burdens of life,
trying to find remedy
beneath the moonlit night.
Looking at the future,
as future is dead,
tomb of forgiveness,
buried on graveyard of hatred.

Blue eyes covered
with symphony of the breeze,
wondering of happiness,
but happiness withered.
Nature of the eyes to show
the feeling of emptiness,
and no one  is strong enough
to stop the falling of the tears.