While we were laying on the bed holding each other,
She wasn't my girlfriend or my love so why did I bother?
I thought my searching of love will get better.
But I was millions of miles away hysterically crying,
It was the first time anyone saw me.
She tried to comfort me; she tried to read me,
From my happiness, my sadness, my madness, she tried to tow me.
My unreachable dream beyond the edge of heaven's brim,
Wake me, shake me, and tantalizingly beat me.
As I am a slave of time, even not an earthly King,
I ask to heaven why do I do such a things
In front of a woman - searching for a man who might see me.
She could spoil my sadness, goodness, madness all blended in me.
Heaven said, "Carry on crying which makes you rise and sink;
The sadness, happiness, goodness will create the king.”
While I was rapturously crying
In that darkness, brightness was mercilessly killing.
The devil, angel were wheeling and dealing.
Even God had ignored my worldwide feeling.
Still that woman was with me,
Like a page-less book she tried to read me.
How could I be so strong, so weak?
I only knew her much less than a week.