You are the Cynosure of all eyes

You are the guiding star of my present life

Nothing can't be done with passions

Nothing can't be done with your aura

It's a great salvage for lighting me

I might be sacred at the moment

But just only sanctimonious on me

The great dam was for Tears dribble

That thought to be too strong to be breakable

Sardonically, I finally admit myself such vulnerable

When I see deeply through my mind

Only the deficiency of your gentle solicitude inside