I speak my mind,
Non is transferred,
I stand behind,
A complete mirror of reddish red.
A hope I do not have,
Gives me wishes I do not wish,
All I do is give,
And try out all my hiss.
I thank you for all your pity,
But I wish no more than your go,
To then relieve the roses pretty,
In my own imaginable row.
Please just go, hurt me no more or I'll die...