The sky exposes my melancholy and distress,
I won't be the girl next to you in a white dress.
Why did you ruin our dreams?
Perhaps it was a nighmare in reality and woke you up in screams.
Run, run as fast as you can.
I wanted to be a womna with you as my man.
Why did we cry so much?
Perhaps it's because our souls will never touch.
They will finish it all.
Mantras are the only way I can call.
Why are we so unhappy?
Perhaps...we learned to accept our fate's misery