
There's a part in my heart,
where the sun grows and shines,
like in your world.
but, look grim and joyless.
and when the wind blows through,
It's heavy and dense.
with all the sorrow it carries.
In that part of my heart,
all the stars are quiet and moon don't speak.
Sometime, I am wonder and ask my heart.
why don't your moon speak? and the star quiet ?
why is your wind wailing? and the sun gloomy ?



