I fear my old flame has vanish’d
And a new light illuminates my world
For that fair for which love groaned for
And would die with, tender Juliet matched, is now fairer.
My heart has been stolen by my only inherited hate in this desolate world
Of which I have been born in to.
Merely a name creates miles between our hearts.
And our vision of blooming youthful lust, is painted by a plague of doom
For time itself knows not what shall happen with my fair Juliet.
Her tender breast upon which my head rests…
clear I hear her heart beats for me.
Like that first secret knock at midnight, it reminds me
I am reminded of the unknown, the fear, the danger of the forbidden
For I know not what fate shall bring to me.