Drifting embers, Drifting embers,

It has been glowing in the heart, Since eight years long. It has been glowing in the heart, Since eight years long.

Sometimes the moon, sometimes the star Sometimes I write you a metaphor of love Sometimes the moon, sometimes the star Sometimes I write you a metaphor of love

We are all a different person altogether, we are fortunate of the fortunate. We are all a different person altogether, we are fortunate of the fortunate.

When the sun goes down Just hold on; When you lose your crown Just hold on; When the sun goes down Just hold on; When you lose your crown Just hold...

It reflects our folklore, in myriad ways It refracts our modern values It disperses love, even... It reflects our folklore, in myriad ways It refracts our modern values It ...