The view of the morning sun,
Reflects the rays of a blond;

Through the silhouette of her,
Rise the desire of flare.

Get up says the smoke of coffee,
The aromatic smell same like tea;

Play the music of the morning breeze,
Enchant the longing while butterfly flee.

From the darkness of yesterdays' mourn,
To the awakening of the morning burn;

Brings back the silhouette of tomorrow,
To revenge the cause of all the sorrow.

Soon the shadow of her will diminish,
As the silhouette slowly vanish;

The memory will be erased,
And the truth will be revealed.

Moving on with the bright tomorrow,
Accepting the invigorating shadow;

The smile of the future waits,
As the reality and truth reigns.