Towards sun and above stars,
Among many I stare but for,
To gasp a glimpse, in heart of mine,
Thou heart of pristine scene.
You are but an ultimate bliss,
Like the soaring moonlight kiss,
Bringing the light unto the darkness,
Silhouette of you, my princess.
Thou heart for the sore heart,
Heal the sore with pure trust,
With solidarity, for the need,
Ceasing all as our faith thrust.
Live with worth of worthiness,
That shall sway ever for kindness,
We shall triumph under emptiness,
As we shall put down our loneliness,
You star, you are lovable,
Thou heart always amiable.