My life is born in pain

Pain weaves fragile threads into dreams,

Skies that are annihilated by

The infinity of the galaxy



Infinity, mans 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 winters 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