You were swaying like a gypsy,
lost in her own trance.
Never have I seen someone move with the beat.
How beautiful indeed!

They say that if you give it all,
You will get the lovely prize.
I showed you how much I care,
Eagerly, I opened my chest and offered my heart.

But then you said, "I'm not the star that you think,
but rather the lonely sky dreaming no more;
For love means someone falling,
and I'm afraid of heights."

How stupid I felt for holding nothing back!
Maybe it was all lies, her smiles and kisses.
She is gone, perhaps dancing with another man.
She left me dolour and hollow.