The world stopped moving when you were missing.
At sun rise, your face was visible to the damsel.
How could you be the man?
While parting my lips to disagree, my heart whispered your name to me.
Oh man of the sun
Sun of the soul
Shinning bright like precious stone.
Oh Sun man,
Thou art the beat of my heart
Thine warmth is my satisfaction
Thou art gold
The damsel weeps for thine light
Seem to be temporary.
Be it temporary or permanent
The light must shine and shine till the tears of the damsel go dim.
The sun man is another’s light.