Intertwined by fate
Two souls speak
'Till the wee hours of the day
'Till time ticks to make their eyes weak.
As their eyes close slowly,
He asks her to stay.
As the passing of time sets them free
She asks him to wait.
She says "Darling, tomorrow will not flee."
He says, "I don't want your heart to feel lonely."
But he waited for the sun to rise,
For she said tomorrow is better than goodbye.
