In the shadows that dim my light,
When my hair turned grey,
Like the glowing ember.
And my patient time departed,
Like the morning dew.
The ones that I have once called mine,
The ones that I put at heart, but broke it,
But when I looked into your eyes aesthetically,
My light shined again,
My hair turned black.
The path that I called revolting, neglected.
Then I knew you’re the one.