Time is the shelter of my love boat.
Full load of fish as a token of our despairs
I burnt the love boat in the shelter that withhold.
To lead you in the darlk with that fire to ease my desire.
There is no way out for me, will there be any god kind enough to help.
Where are you drifting freely and with whom you are loving dearly.
My dream, my underworld are calling for your rescue.
How long are you going to hurt me for I have no turning point.
How foolish I am for loving you so that much.
Too stubborn is me for tolerating the loneliness you hook on me.
(To stick here alone at the dock of fools.)