The First Knight [END]

7. The Man in the Broken White Suit

The Man in the Broken White Suit

I walked awkwardly towards the room in the corner of the building
Open screen, circular bench, no glass of wine
Sitting quitely on the third row of seats, silent as a funeral
The lights break through the window panes was dispelled by the tangerine curtains on the side of the room
People keep talking about arguing arrogantly, and I'm staring in disbelief
A sumptuous dish is served, everyone is scrambling for it
Except me that just waiting for Sauvignon Blanc
The man in the broken white suit came into the room carrying a briefcase that no one knew what was in it
Firm jaw, sharp gaze, seeing me in a split second
Walk past me with heavy footsteps and sit in the back row
His Giorgino Armani is still stabbed my nose and doesn't made me want to look at him

The man in the broken white suit is now clad in a maroon robe, laughing with his two friends
His glasses frame are silver and his smile is like gold, my heart warms every time I see
His courteous is scarce like being raised in a royal dynasty
How precious are his palms that smells like a cinnamon
The man in the broken white suit, he is coveted by all women, but he never cares
Smooth voice, discerning argument, he is really a wise man
But everything always ends in the same thing
I have neither Holden Kingswood nor a mansion as grand as a palace
Only honor and dignity are always attached to my soul

The man in the broken white suit sitting with a woman in ancient library
I heard that rumor from a friend of mine and assumed you had chosen one
But I don't want to believe it just like that
Until you show it to this whole universe, and also me
She doesn't know how to hold a knife, she doesn't know how to light a fire
All she knows is partying and throwing away his parents' money
Your mother hates her, and keeps asking how I'm doing, asking my favorite wine

The man in the broken white suit, maybe you can date all the women
Go on a drunken party with a thousand girls, or go on vacation with dozens of ladies
But your mom and dad always invite me into their house, sit on your pricey couch, and keep talking about life
And out of all the games and rumors of your love, I'm still the winner