Find me the words oh my servant for you know my pain!
My shelf is empty and my words are lost.
For me my servant find the words that I may say for my feelings.
My world is so empty for I feel so lonesome
I lost in the race to love for my Juliet seem so far that I cannot reach
I tried, I stretched forth my hand to reach the one but my hand was cut short by fate - a fate as ugly as a monkey.
I still visit my memory of you, yes, just to see you everyday but the feeling keeps me weary in my isolated world.
I'm lost in your illusions; scared and desperate to know if I'm still that Romeo.
My servant! But why have you failed to find me the words...?