Wander in gardens, pick every rose
Touch it with words where lips are close
Cut all petals, throw them on the floor
Your poisonous tears harsh the thrones
Create fairy dreams with black threads
But the fake words will rise to be spread
The wings will be broken... Fall is the bless
Soon, in a judge court, the guilty will confess
Touch it with words where lips are close
Cut all petals, throw them on the floor
Your poisonous tears harsh the thrones
Create fairy dreams with black threads
But the fake words will rise to be spread
The wings will be broken... Fall is the bless
Soon, in a judge court, the guilty will confess