It all started with a glance.
Two eyes looking at a bottle.
A bottle full of wine.
Appetizing the inner part of my heart.
Why would l not go ahead and taste it？
Because of a glance I'm drunk.
I wish if I'd not seen a bottle.
I would have not been drawn away.
Twenty miles away have l gone, I'm doomed.
Only because of a single glance.
My heart is taken away.
I can not find my way back home.
Inside the bottle I'm clinched.
Should I remember the path to my family?
Neither should recall my daughters name?
It is all because of a glance.