Where is your pinkish night suit?
That exposes your undecorated beauty?
I stare at your lips mor than your eyes
Reveals my reason of poetry.
I wonder if I have found love again
For I have again ditched all pain.
That once trapped my soul
But now I fill the grieving hole
Left on me as a stain of sorrow,
With the gaiety poured in
By you in my every morrow