Under The Fading Lights

I know her hiding place,

But i want to know where she resides.
I know these days are gloomy,
But i didn't lost my pride.

Pour some cold water upon the burn,
Chased the sun rays,chased the eyes.
Stared at the beauty of the moon,
Stared at the beauty of her smile.

She might call me a stranger,
But that's not alright. 
She might call me a stalker,
But that's not alright.

Some of them say's " I am shy",
But i think i have a fear that makes me cry.