Can I write something beautiful tonight,
find the beauty in your eyes…
If they are nothing but the mirror of mine?

I want to write something beautiful tonight,
I want to sing, dance, laugh,
to scream…
To love,
I want to shout,
to cry,
I want…
Most of all,
to cry…

I want to write something beautiful tonight,
to talk of lovers, dreamers,
heroes, winners…
Of the beauty of every smile,
of the pain behind dried up tears …
Of you, me,
of us…
I want to sleep, to dream,
to sing,
to dance,
to laugh…
I want to love,
I want to cry…
Yes, that’s what I want,
most of all,
I want to cry…

How can I still write something beautiful tonight?