Please understand, my heart that is dying
In a blink of an eye, if it is not in your sight.
And please forgive me, for she left behind
The cruel shape of her undying love
That is hard to tell, if she'll ever turn to dust.
So do not forsaken me, in the midst of the night.
Keep me in your mind and number the days
Until the moon will turn my tears into dreams.
And wait for them, wait for them,
To drown our hearts, in this bitter reality.

The End

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