The rain seems to have lost its charm,
When I am not in your arms;
The sea has lost its tides,
Never inspired me more than your strides.
What should I write in my page of life? My fantasies are baked with love and hope; I may loiter and get back to the ride, But never in that road.
Sometimes pains outperforms the tears in your eyes, But yours – all lies; Sometimes hunger is an act of the heart, Colorful bubbles of life but dies.
I triumphed many an act of life, Lost in the final fight! My remorse often challenges my might, Never reclaimed my light!
