Memories

When the night comes
The face of moon shines
Longings here strikes
Sorrow never subsides

Now, here I am lying in bed
Bleakness thrives in my head
How this feeling would end
If I'm thinking what you had said

The last nights that were together you tell me.
"Babe, I'm for sure, soon am going to marry,
I had to swallow my whole pride and dignity,
So my parents whom I love must be happy"