A labyrinthine gaze where men have lost themselves.
Elegant movements that call for flowers to spring from the ground, what I found was something yet to be found.

Will there come a day when your heart will sing the same tune as mine?
Don't wake me up; let me stay.

Never more now could I speak at the feet of her nobility.
Through the enchanting windows of her soul, I can see the beauty of life.
The rhythmic thumping of my heart yearns to speak to yours.

Will there come a day when your heart will sing the same tune as mine?
Don't wake me up; let me stay.