I find everything cursed
in this rotten world
But you are the only light
What is not yet to be cursed
I am like a moth flying around
You are like my infinite fantasy
Like shinning moon on the ground
In the big forgiving valley
You are my thousand giving
In the moment of my drought
Like my lighthouse in ocean
When I am in depressing thoughts
And like honey bread puffs
You are sweet to my bitter mind
All the more I love you
The more I find you kind