Fickle Heart
This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds
Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok,
While I play the role of a gay
I am scared.
This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock
Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak,
I am confused by hour
Running like horse
It suddenly flies in one gaze
Things in mind easily squandered.
This evening, it's getting serious
It sounds like cymbal and drum
Cling, Clang, Tom, Tom,
I'm a little happy for that.
This midnight, it sounds real
Tag, Tog, Tag, Tog,
It's an art
Of song and dance feast
No doubt, a music
For one who is in love.
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