It's about him,
Women who are born charming
It's still about him,
Women captivate though not bermahkota
And will continue about him,
Women with no shades of eyeshadow despite suffering tempest
He was able to walk straight in the dark of the world,
He was able to climb even though his shoulders shoulder a million burdens,
He never gets lost despite walking in a pitch-black cave alone,
He had been wounded but not crying,
Her voice was like a violin string in the middle of an orchestra
His smile was like a lavish sky
Look at her eyes like calm water in the middle of the silent lake
As he talks his charm increases
When he was sad the earth was also drifting in the pity
When she smiles then thousands of princesses shy will bud
When he laughs then the twilight will be long drowned