Oh Miss Beauty of this world,
Why are you so fickle minded?
Running from me wherever I chase you
Gliding swiftly from within my arms
When I try to hug you.
You are like time,
Flying away without any trace.
Flying away from me,
I know you have many places
To hide.
In the dawn
When I ask the walls,
"Have you seen her? "
They laugh at me.
When I ask the street lamps,
"Have you heard of her footsteps?"
They blink with sarcasm.
At night, when I go out
To seek help from the stars,
The fog blinds my vision.
"They will not help me."
I say to myself.
"They are lifeless, just black holes.
They only think about themselves."
So I am out now,
Looking for you.
Your absence makes me crazy.
It is spring time
Where are the flowers gone.
