As wind sways through your hair
beauty is all I can see
but when you ask me what's wrong with you,
all the blame was pointed on me.

As I sit down on a mahogany tree
I tried to reflect on myself
it was difficult to find the reason
but all I knew is that your family hates you.

Is it bad if I want to confess while you were in a middle of your pain?
If all I want is a happy life with you
I guess it will be a never-ending
kind of life
if I, also fight for my sanity.