Pouring the dark wine in my heart,
Sitting alone at the corner of a small room;
I, with a broken naive heart,
Pass out before myself in the mirror.
In silence, my gaze is getting blurred,
Finally comes that instant.
It's your silhouette I'm longing for in the long night,
Making my heart start to beat.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Wish I could weave a dream with you.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Please lead me to the realm of drunkenness.
Awakened from drunkenness, my heart gives a sigh
Blowing her away as mist.
I wonder if I would be drunk any more,
As the past fantasy will hardly return.
Searching for the blurred illusion gone,
Which faintly in my mind lingers.
It's your silhouette that portraits before my eyes,
How I want to see the illusion again.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Wish I could weave a dream with you.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Please lead me to the realm of drunkenness.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Wish I could weave a dream with you.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Please lead me to the realm of drunkenness.
Searching for the blurred illusion gone,
Which faintly in my mind lingers.
It's your silhouette that portraits before my eyes,
How I want to see the illusion again.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Wish I could weave a dream with you.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Please lead me to the realm of drunkenness.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Wish I could weave a dream with you.
Arabian Dancing Girl
Please lead me to the realm of drunkenness.
By Isaiah Siegfried Chen