I long for the touch of the moon,
Nyx's gift to me...

Why, I ask you, do I stay?
May I be the masochist that I claim...

You told me forever.
You promised you would stay...

I beckon for you to come closer
Hands running up your legs...

It sank to the bottom of the sea,
At the end of the tragic events...

I stand on this bridge
In the middle of two...

Whom shall seek the beast without the beauty?
I dance and I sing the songs of my heart...

Love isn't selfish
Love isn't fake...

My life has been harshly decorated by their snide...
I have never been courageous enough to stand up...

As her tears fall like acid from her eyes
Her pain, emotional and physical...

Upon my branch I sit and ponder
As I cradle my cherry blossom gently...

If you, my beloved, believe
The truth rather than my attempts of scaring you...