Why do slender flowers die?
Why do tender lovers cry?
Why do feelings must survive?
And should life contain pain?
Jealous minds, evil brain
Where is knight to have them slain?
I′m a hidden sky, a faded star
My lonely soul has got a scar
That has been carved so deep
By woman′s ruthless rosy lips
But Phoenix rises from its ashes
And love of mine survives the crashes
She is there! Bring the brushes
For she waits to paint her lashes