Tear not my gown,
Bought from a mall dressed with joyful song,
Hold not my body,
That gesticulate along with the rhythm.
Alas! I heard the soft song,
From millions miles away,
Sinking into my heart like a fresh falling rose,
Hearing the words in it wordings,
Subtly it wheeled my whelming sorrow to journey of no return,
Hold me not for my sorrow I will dance it away!
Let me dance, Even with no hand in my hand.
Let me enjoy the power of music,
Till I am intoxicated by it beat,
That beat joy and love away into my heart.
HighJustice