The moonlit pleasant night may never come again
Listen to my heart's lore, while the night is benign.
Reclining on the boughs of the green tall trees
Lost in musing over you, is lovely moonshine
She might leave tired of waiting in a while
And the spring night will never be so alive
Few winks and enchanting scene will be no more
My companion, listen to saga of my heart's lore.
The lips of the waves play the tune of the lyre
The wet cool breeze yearns for the sensuous fire
Plunge in the gorgeous fire to feel what it's like
Change the tune of the song of life to yourself see
And don't miss nice feat, this serene dulcet tune
My companion, listen to saga of my heart's lore.
Spring is fast retreating while youth is on surge
Let's live moments under glimmering star-shine
For it may wane forever after calling you once
The caravans of youth will then never return
So come very now when the life is still young
And hear my heart's lore, when the life's strung.
The moonlit pleasant night may never come again
Listen to my heart's lore, while the night is benign.
(Based on a sublime song and in remembrance of the old time, an old friend)
