Two souls
Synergized with each other
Met by the perfect conspiracy
of God’s hands and the universe
Both knew that they were total opposites
Like the sun breeze and cold winter,
They aspire to do the walk in different crosses

Often they break, melt away into pieces
But it’s hard to believe,
The bond always came up stronger
Believe in one another
They believe in synchronizing until the last drop

But after all,
It was the choice of God
To let them burn together
Or break it apart
In the end,
The souls can do nothing
But to pray and work it out
After all,
It was a perfectly imperfect pair of sins