It is 14 of October debut of my invisible mistress,
When I’m about to say adieu, for what I fetched is stress.
That apprehending foolishness should be before the pain
For it is so difficult to rewind a play in the rain.

Instead of resentment, it is your charm and sweetness,
It’s your kindness and benevolence I see in my dimness.
That before my yield I should plan for an extreme terror,
But my love slowly grows and being hampered by emperor.

And now that it’s your birthday my unusual bid is silence,
My apology and begs for being such a pestilence
The friendship that I have broken and the sequence that I grave,
Is not asking for redemption, but for you just to save

I tend to forget everything about your perfection and caress,
But I’m pathetic that I can’t do it so I escape from police’s arrest.
And what I did is I kept your memories in my open pocket,
That at least there I can achieve my dream of reaching the rocket.

I may not be your ideal man,
But I can be your suicide fan.
Wishing that my pleasure and joy will be inherited by your shore,
And your pain and dilemma will be mined forevermore.