I will finally make the compilation of spinning records and charred songs, I cheated myself talking to you, birds wont sing for us anymore. But hush tonight, I got a confession to make, you shut the brightness of my heart but your sight remained so deep, and your eyes light the path of my dull expressions every time I try to quit you, and they shine ‘till dew dries in my cheeks. That’s when I say my windows are always open your doors are sometimes closed, blizzards come so furious and devastate the glass, wood stock. My hand was on the river, I saw you hanging upon a storm, eternal romance peeped through your broken shame and bones. Those days of yore had fainted, some flowers bloom, some of they die, hush your soul, your chest, your candles, those lights that lit my life; And by your sleep all will be dark, no glint will lead my path, I will stray, dimmer every time, cheated by your lifetime eyes of night.