Losing you, I’m withered, went astray,
Who else would pray for me to bloom,
How resplendent the life was! while you were around,
There’s nothing right now, but this prevailing gloom.
This dark, the distress, the destruction isn’t my destiny,
No matter how ugly against me is the events’ mutiny,
I’ll rise, I’ll seize the opportunity!
And will snatch our lost affinity!
From the jaws of the reality.