She is. I want her
my lovely lullaby
that her smile was that of a flower
when the mist of cold arise
frozen yet in contact
with the coolness and the warmth

Her. I'd want her
even when I come to be blind
bound in too much brightness
like the rays beyond the sun
she will be the shadow
I'll see through the light

My woman. I need her
that the clocks will tick forever
when we have limited time
still, I'll be waiting in some ways
in the future
she be mine