Breaking like short breaths,
my heart shatters as I attempt to touch the sharp night with my own fingers.
I fade into a sad reality that the stars have prepared for me.
So I yeald,and beseech of the night to bring me wonders.
I cust a wish to a shooting star to give me back my husband.

To fix my wilted Saul into perfect little skys like it was in the evening… when my husband placed a diamond on my finger.
I saw love shine on his face for portrait perfect seconds.

But with the dullness of the night he’s escaped my heart like a sun in winter.
He turned his back on me and never kissed me to say goodbye.

Am left with only his scents laying on chest.
Trying to search for a single man in the night ,to claim to be my newly wedded husband.

So oh please I cry under your perfect alignment… peaceful night.
Shine a single star on my husband at wherever he is …
console him that I still live for him .
Protect him from the night’s prostitutes and immorality.
Hold him until he comes back home,fully erect with love.
Bring him back to my arms so we can
make the love we’d promised each other earlier today when we wedded.