The air is cold tonight,
But my mind is not right,
Whenever moonlight smiles at earth,
The sweet words of Helen Lun
Snatch away my every bright.
The four letter of English,
Make me captive with agony,
Coz’ uncertainty is my future.
I wanna cuddle you forever,
But struggle for life is so dear,
And travelling to long destination
Would never bring us together.
I know you won’t wait me long,
I can’t make my life detour,
Have to suffer alone.
Never blame me, Dear Lun,
The way to kudos is so stony,
But I’ll have to possess it.