Oh, I remember this,
In Valentine day blues,
Red sky hues.
I reminiscence, your laugh,
You are not here; it’s your eyes that I miss.
Desire the dance floor,
When I am the moon, red low moon.

Blue stars in your eyes,
Wanting to be free
I admire your face contour,
Spilling all over couture,
the siren that I never forget,
Rest your hands in mine, come what may.