My life is born in pain Pain weaves fragile
threads into dreams, Skies that are
annihilated by The infinity of the
galaxy
Infinity, man’s unsolved
riddle in eternity But the fairytale of our
life That became reality Will never be
destroyed
Our hands tied together For a
harsh life When we met on a cold
winter’s night Where only stars
witnessed our happiness
Lay three red
roses on my grave They are for you once you
follow me Then I will wait by the
gate Which I was denied in my youth The
roses are three words I love you
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