In this solemn night, I miss him who’s used to bewitch me head over heels. My stars, my dream, my night, my moon, my watch, ingloriously stare upon me and him as we weave our dream together. Laughter and cry, I beseech you, please bring me back the rain so I can remember each inch of him and let it washed and go to the river. Live my love, and wondrous joy I will if I have another chance to remember us as we’re used to be.
