Accompanied by the dark night sky of January
A blackbird sings a lonely song for me
At least my mind tells me so
In every miserable thought of mine
Your obscure phantom is haunting me
Ties me up in a spectrum of gorgy feel

I am not sure with my question chart
Why this tiring love keeps living in my heart
Becoming virus in deathly ill cart
Like a silly dastard
To be just discard..

Once again..
The blackbird tweets glibly
Mocks me in acrimony
Makes my heart dive into perfect pounding lonely
Maybe the bird is laughing at me
Cursedly haughty