In the end,

Our love is \”so sad\”.

Everything is \”messed up\”.

She\’ll never \”come back\”.

But,

Her face is still \”pretty\”.

Her boys; there\’s sill \”plenty\”.

My room is still \”empty\”.

Whatever,

I\’m still closing my \”eyes\”.

I\’m still being a \”blind\”.

I\’m still out of my \”mind\”.

So,

I\’m still dreaming her \”touch\”.

I\’m still hearing her \”laugh\”.

I\’m still feeling…

(သူငယ္ခ်င္းတစ္ေယာက္ဆီက ကဗ်ာေလးပါ…)