In the chillness of the night,
I need a guiding voice
To warm up my heart to its core
And I would welcome you with open door.
The moon shines bright
And the emotions turn dry
The cloud looms high
And one day, I would fly.
I see myself as a swindling wine
Attached to someone I can’t call mine
Bound by the tides of fate and time
Maybe this life is just like the curve of sine.