Tonight I shed my last tear,
for you, for me, for us.
I now know I cannot tear
this thorn on this lone rose.

The stars in the vast night sky
are staring down on me,
for they know I lost my everything.
It wasn't meant to be.

The moon has ceased to light my way.
The sun brings me no warmth.
Summer is cold, and winter is old.
Springtime feels like wrath.

Tonight I shed my last tear
for I'll be hurt no more.
I wish you to be happy.
The thorn has just been torn.