You're made of the finest gold,
But if gold means getting old,
alone, then I'm not as pricey anymore.
Crystals and diamonds collide,
When you got hurt and you cried,
My creation crashed in front of my eyes.
Show me your face, my angel,
I need to see your "universe eyes",
Bring me the good evangel,
Let me hear your quiet cries.
So silently, too secretly,
So unbearably, too sleeplessly,
Hidden from the surface, masterly.
Heaven seemed to drip on us,
No dishonesty, we could trust.
But patience, like copper in rust.
In my head, you will still gleam like a sapphire,
But in my heart...you will burn like a sad fire.
This is about a person who was charming and priceless. But, she didn't show me her pain, and instead, she gave me the best memories of my life.