By the lover and wounded low... in the sea of your eyes i fold my love boat hulls into the wind, Moon spent all the night consoling my wounds, he put your picture beside my picture inside the mirror ... O, do you will believe me if i said he start to laugh at me, smiling...and start to ink our story with his beam over the waves,
since that day my heart never came back to its place.. since this time longing to the other shore forbid me from rest,
