Beady eyes near a gloomy sky
Gloomy sky, beady eyes
Blue beady eyes near the gloomy sky
Every day he comes, with his arrow and his gloves.
Choosing who is worthy of love
The boy full of light, joy and positivity
Often flying towards you sneakily.
We don't look for love it somehow finds us
Some describes him as a moving bus
Someone who you can trust
Dear girl or boy let love be your consolation
Sometimes it seems like cupid is doing his own thing ,his arrows seem to miss.
I know how it feels like when you are fishing for love and you seem to catch the wrong fish.
