I can't be that deer you've imagined
Does a good thing, deserves uncertain life
and die sinfully
Left the heart she's ever to manage, ever to cry, ever to beat
Just because she loves the movements of you,
The hunter.

So many ways of life,
Runaway with heart beats and make a good living
or
left its soul in the very first place

Growing a strong horn and showing the feel of unattainable never be a wrong choice

Don't ask them what's good for life
Ask you 'bout how you're going to live the life
Cause they never now the feels of beating, crying, and guessing
with you alone in your space
Yet feels flowery and ticklish in the heart of heart.