The tip of a snow flake, touches the edge of your lips,
Where the Avril begins and I kiss the sun,
Vigilanting life at corridors finds path directing to North,
Smuggle a flaming torch under their skin which is why they care for a run.
Slowly a rise comes when the aurora meet its destiny,
I could see this moment where my north is leading now,
All this time everything was just mere words from ancient dictionary,
But the truth is, you are my north for whom I engraved all these vows.
Every molecule or matter existing inside of me belongs to you,
I may resist these language that wants to come out of my mouth,
But look into my deep thoughts and read the signs in my eyes,
They speak the truth by opening my chest with these praising words clear and loud.
Not a day happens to go without your name run through my tongue,
I believe to swallow the regret of not being with you for the moment,
And nothing but wait for the day when we catch the rain on our skins,
And make it a river where our hands touch each other within the lencten.