In a quiet evening, I have sat in the weeds
Gazing at the beautiful face in my heart …..
At any time I hope there is miracle for me
That came on my desire for this to …..
Beauty of the past as with you, even if you scratch a small wound
Although the wound is small but painful for me …. Simply
I do not know until when this feeling end
Because each I sat there always your shadow
I do not know why all this happened
What may I too missed to in mind my only you
But now I can only pray
So you always happy with herself