When feeling and torture is synonymous,
Love is what that transforms to my euphony.
Do you remember the forest trees swinging.
And the moonlit desire of dreams shining?
Oh Yes, you do.
That night the blueness of the sky,
the greenness of the grass had absorbed the pain,
and yet we stand right where we start to cry.
Well, they laugh when we whine,
They dance to what we couldn’t enshrine.
Life is what we perceive,
Come dear, come near me.
Happiness cannot be redefined,
At least that night we will sing forgetting all agony.