Then

Then

His smile was sealed forever with a lie.

His laughter have lost its true colour.

then and then

His heart was like a desert, without a spring of love and eternity
Oh then

He was remembered, the poorest man of the world

then and then

In one autumn season, he was begging in my doorstep
then

Nothing was left to gift, not even my tears
He return, holding only his empty hands

then and then

the saga ends

Love laughed at him, stating him, the poorest man!