They made Love.
They shared Love, they thought was real...

Discovering self-love made me appreciate the joys...

A heavy drop of a crystal tears
Fell on every turned leaves...

How fool Am I to trust again
For a hundred chances I wish to win...

You don't need to hold my hand
If your mind seems so far away...

Dried petals on the floor
Ashes from burned photographs...

Like ice melts on your warm palm
Once it melts...

We wrote the song
Tune is the Love we sing along...

I am sending you again a letter
Hope to make you feel better...

In the old rocking chair he was sitting
singing an old song with the birds humming...

I close my eyes not to see
But the pain was hardly keep...

Soon the man you choose
Wipe your tiring eyes...