Hardly I can use my strength, nor convince them by charm.. never the ink i wanted to refill,
theirs are stones, theirs are hard.
But in the morning, i saw mountain in the horizon dews, fresh like lettuce... in garden they grow.. I saw sunrise sending me a ray beam to glow, and somehow mists... become tears, to fold our desires when no one hears.. whispering to her ears.. my sweetheart tell me the cost to get back your trust for next thousand years.
