It seems like the blood in my hands
can never run dry
As long as I write for you, my love

Though, the bleeding in my heart
doesn't stop
as the words, they spill for you

Please don't let me stop
from loving you dear
At least let me have the privilege

I've never experienced such rapture
whenever I see your smile
along with the aching feeling
that follows through my heart

I've only experience such love
when I have met you
I never had so much to lose
not before I met you

Why does it ache so much
and soothing all the same?
That it will never be my name
that you'll speak
when the clock strikes eleven
One then... *three