What wrong with me
Is wrong with you
What wrong with you
Is wrong with I
A cover of book you are a head to me
A pen I am a safe hand to you
I hope you so kind as my soul does
I want you come back to enjoy us
To celebrate an occasion once you not feel sad
Then my heart would cheer and leap up
Be here I wish you to be my lamp
I promise once more not feel bad
Eyelash never denies eyes; forward it looks
As sheep never denies its small lamb
God is a merciful King we must not deny
And to keep one's promise once live or die