O bird! O bird!!
Flying high! Flying high!!
Waiting someone, waiting someone
Down below to die!!!
Yes I am dying, see down below here, but please O bird when I die eat all of my body but do not eat my eyes, because she is in here in my eyes. Can’t you see her beautiful image inside them?
How many times the people asked me why all this reflection of her, and in reply I closed my eyes to keep her with me only not to share her lovely presence with anyone.
O bird please eat my heart when it pulsate no more, when she may one day return and catch you, she will find my heart still pulsing inside you.
My senses are nothing as long as lack her touch, but my heart is the most important as never stopped pulsing her name.,
O bird I feel sorry for you as the deep pain of missing will follow you
All your life torturing you as long as my heart living inside you.
I am sorry O bird, I am so sorry!!
Idea borrowed from my own blog KAGA: