You write my story
you give my name
what's my dream
you don't know ,dear
My philosophy is not your hand..
my tears you just wipe
like tissues.
I don't like the angry weather.
When the sky hides from me.
In your face what I saw
I don't want to see again.
Our lightning of love
when goes deep.
I can able to feel
where you stand for me.
You are my rose-wine
and I am your night- queen.