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.