the waves crashing through the windows of the soul,
that seems endlessly excruciating
flushes together with dauntless darts daring to eliminate the heart;
she was left unguarded

if night tides can not rinse away the flashing colors she saw in him,
then let this foolish game relive the memories in blue
even for a time she can not turn back with him anymore, in reverie, she won't dare herself to love once more;
the russian roulette by the shore twisted their fate

Much more that it broke half of her.