Stars cry in my song.sun sweat in my energy.moonlightbreak glasses through my
mental upset *** my song hurt.nightingale sings a song on fallen tree.owls hide tonight colour in the wind and silence march through graveyard
with drums and trumphet *** my song hurts.My song is pain,my song hurt.dont break this raging silence *** my song hurts

Ballad ran through my head and emotion cried.A miracle I have always expected from the bluemoon.since rain fell in my eye lake the only sight I had
were blurred even fresher fog were bleak.sky blue on clouds,if I wait probably all fate will reach me and blues will die from
solitude.This is just a way into the greenwood.I had always wanted the blues night

I worry about the fate we fear to stand,it fight against me and I end up quarreling the doubt in my heart.I wont lie about selling my mind to such thoughts but every interest in this matter gives a foresight of you.                             I miss you like dreaming in the wind.I miss the stars from your smile even unbroken tales our moonlight tells. how I feel to reach you on winter
days. The uncommon grace is the beauty of my happiness.              
I love you my only heart untill love steal us away I wont forget my unconditional love forever

Rain wets.                                        
sun burns and rainbow colours our passion when the sky is clean. I set fire
to the rain and firewood dry in my summer heart.                are
we dying tonight or everything is fanciful or fiction *** this is a
pain I always void.the sun and moon rising together about to cause eclipse,are we dying again

Let us undress tonight with our feelings and make love in candle shadows and light. the universe is making love with the stars let us eat buttercup with our purple mouth *** all things blossoms for
good.let us drown in the wet wind of tonight if possible sit
on the moon just to perfect our love fragrance and exceeding grace.let us feel melody in our winter heart and dying in your arms tonight is my wish.                let us shake away all those cold tonight.

Tears is misty in a cupid
eye.beauty is hurt in a cupid pain.heart is broken in a cupid love and throbs feels very deep and ill.passion is an ocean only feeling bath in the sandy water. love is a flower in cupid sentiment I"m scared we will grow apart from the flower vase of our love.

Girls are flower like half of the
yellowsun.Girls are flower like sunlight in the
rain. Girls are flower like buttercup spoit in a clay sand.Girls are flower like beauty of the sunset in the
evening.Girls are really a flower not even ornamental forever.