Oh how hurting was the touch,
lived as an omen of farewell...
greyness fell upon an already darkened dream,
when never seen the sorrow,
when never seen the pain.
Now we face the walk all through the garden,
blood red flowers gathered round...
In a sorrowful embrace we won't fear the thorns,
we won't fear the pain...
Let us walk towards the light,
call it destiny or fate...
And the wounds, let them be opened,

And the wounds, let them be opened,
'cause the stream that flows is love
and the stream that flows is hate...
No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine.

No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine.
No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine.
...a brighter shine than thine.

The world doesn't disappear when you close your eyes,does it?
Tell me about her again.
Why?
Because you like to remember her.
(Now you fade away.)
She was beautiful,
(Like sand from my hand)
to me she was perfect.
You can just feel the details.
(you slip away.)
Bits and pieces which you never bother to put them into words.
And you can feel these extremely moments even if you don't want to.
Put it together and you can feel of the person,
enough to how much you miss them,
and how much you hate the person who took them away.
No, just don't recite the words, close your eyes, and remember her.