Though you are an
apocalypse to my world,
I'll illuminate your ill-lit life
Even on a lackluster morning
By splitting and divaricating into
embellishing, gild, daylight stars!

Though you seem to be the doomsday of my life,
I'll be the sunrise whenever you need a new beginning!

Though you are a sea of violent waves
leading me haywire
I will be the pole star,guiding your oars!

I will be a candle that melts
And relinquishes its life
To light up the world
Of its hoodwinker!