Recall the gentile way you gazed upon the beggar
The things one could acknowledge with a mere glanceÂ…
Those were times of great importance,
So many thoughts shared with no words involved.
Hard to forget our home, 
The place where I belong.
How tenderly thou cherished me
Like a precious gift
With your depart, Sorrow is all I have become 
Luna you truly became an undying reverie of mineÂ… 
Should hatred merge us in utter torment? 
Once again, lie to these frail senses of our glorious 
romance 
Shall we embrace passion in a last waltz?