I have promises to keep. The promise to reach you again, The promise to hold your hands, The promise to shake off the fear deep down your heart, And the promise to love you again in a moonlit night before the sun takes you away. And the star twinkles in the midst of darkness. The sweet memory of you keeps me cheerful even in sadness. The horse keeps moving with dust flowing around. Perhaps the star showing me the way to the West has died many a springs back. Only twinkling to remind me of my promises. Maybe someday it will stop twinkling. The light that’s keeping the bond with me may stop reaching me some night. And some hollow darkness may keep staring at me and my helplessness. The horse not knowing to fatigue is moving on. It has no promise to keep except to move on. Many a people rode it and perhaps many will. Will I ever be able to reach you? Will you be still there with two hands stretched to give me a tight hug? Or like the star will you stop waiting?