One calm morning breaks under the pressure of darkness.
The sky's go black when millions come to kill him, I stand by his side ready to fight.
We stand there to take the heat, when "he" appears from the crowd.
My love gives a hateful expression to "him", for "he" is the one who destroyed my love.
For now that I know who hurt my love, I am able to fight.
But with one swoop of "his" arm, we fly yards away from "him".
We land next to each other, my love has not gotten up as "he" comes to claim his life.
I stand up before my love, I say with meaningful words Do not touch him! take my life instead and spare him!
"He" didn't understand, "he" asks Why would you risk your life for his? What does that scamp mean to you?
"He" really doesn't understand the meaning of love, I say to let it out.
"Because he is my love, and one who loves another so deeply should be able to stand before death and say take me instead enabling his or her life to continue without death at their door".
"He" doesn't get it still but thinks he'll still kill off my love after me.
"He" gets ready to throw my life to death's grasp, when something spring out of me and i attack.
"He" shocked of a girl to hurt him so, he disappears with the wind and that breeze never returns.
