What a pity.They thought there is no true love.Maybe they were right...and maybe they weren't. They felt in love.It's like a star dust...when you're looking for it...it doesn't fall.It falls when you don't expect it...just then.A star dust made of waves...waves of a heaven stormy ocean.
What a pity.He left her alone.She was with a broken heart.Why?Because when he had looked at her eyes he had seen only his little selfish image...The star dust was melted into a little golden puddle.Now it's red..like a blood.A blood from her heart...
What a pity and miserable.She felt in love again...and he is cryin'.He was changed...but too late.Now he's lookin' at the mirror...and he doesn't see anything.He's nothing.
And the rain is pouring down...leafs are green,the sky is clear and beautiful...the golden puddle is like a mirror.Just look at this mirror.It's easier than you think.
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There are times when sky is fuckin' bloody, that's when you're starting and when you're ending, the same's about love... And what's between? I've always been wondering... perhaps it's just the sweet memory of the beggining and the silent scare about the end. That's our life, the thrill of wanting it, the pain of getting it, the scare of loosing it and the blood when you die with it...
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