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