The lover
Aureate brown eyes engulf me as your lover,
I can't seem to get my heart out of this bleak cover
My dim love is singing in an ariose melody
While your infatuation isn't a remedy,
I hope to keep you as my favorite torment,
Although the asters know my heart will surely lament,
This lugubrious crucifixion will be my cherished amend
Even if it determines my end,
The moon will keep on shining and calming the lonesome night
The sun will keep on loving those misty clouds without any fright
Everything will be calm and get tougher
And I will keep on being the lover.