Our feet keep moving,

Following the rhythm

Chuckling on every clumsy move

Shadows melting into each other

Can I have a confession?

I’d like to think that when God created your soul,

She meant to show off Her capability

Maybe it’s your golden eyes that sparkling

under the moonlight

Or your hands that create marvel every time

you touch the violin

Or when you told me the dumbest joke,

but it still sounds like a Shakespeare poetry

Have you ever think about how beautiful

is the feeling of adoring someone

from their deepest soul?

To have something to stare in the sky,

even when the clouds look pallid

Now, that sense is flowing in my pulse

As our eyes are locked

And we spin back and forth

Tighten our grip

But the music starts to fade

And so is your presence

I open my eyelid, 

to found an empty hall.