A slender back walks down the narrow road,
Full of roses, colorful vines ahead
Her hair dances behind her **** back,
And her lustrous eyes full of wonder.
That's what you can see under the sunlight.
But when the night closes the blanket above,
The moon showers sparkling light.
No more, no more than a happy night.
It's a conjuring, spooky evening at all.
Thorny roses begin to rise,
It's petals turn into liquid red blood.
And her **** back turns into skeleton.
And her lustrous eyes become dull and lifeless.
That's the age her beauty fades.