It’s a spring that kills me…
And a smile that lifts me…
For all those who lived by the wind,
Need a meaning of life… of our kind,
Be the dew shine in our lives…
In the dazzling sun,
But it’s you whose eyes still haunt me on…

A flower that tells you…
You are beautiful,
Is the one that lights…
The orchid so wonderful,
Is it me or my conscience that speaks…
Is it you or my dream that creeks,
For it’s life that going to rock and fun…
But it’s you whose eyes still haunt me on…

Can the trees speak of our arrival,
Do the birds sing tunes of our revival…
This dawn is set to mark our love…
With all my heart…
I wish to be a singing dove,
But all that’s a matter of illusion…
Just waiting for…
A moment of your golden confession…
But it’s you whose eyes still haunt me on…

My world is waiting for you to break the shackles,
To leave behind the rituals of vermillion and bangles,
All the dreams we’ve shared together,
I want to see and live in
Those moments forever…
As your fragrance tickles whole of my life by the sand and sun…
But it’s you whose eyes still haunt me on…