All day long
I only sing your song
When I will have glimps?
Days rolled, months and years
I lovesick passionately await
killed youth in your memory freight
Your demeanor love got pale bunch of flowers
My soul yearning for thy hands
Running water choir your sound at brooks
My confidante, the sun and moon
Made me understood she may not come soon
But infinite blind my love has faith
You will return with this aspiration I breath
Brook' S breez asks me, once you were both one soul
Now you all alone sit on monolith pale
Years rolled some new tress came
Only your wait and your face appear on prism
Ages will will turn grave may turn into dust
Your the first and the last to wait for thee I may be lost
But you will be in my heart
You are my worrywart
I will be waiting sweetheart