She's dressed and blushed.
Now she's practicing talking to the mirror...

To be immortal
is to be cursed...

Somebody so near
had meets his end...

Every moment of my life
i know o had failed...

She's cornered by lies
chained herself be kept in grief...

Has this other person
so cheerful and kind...

As they call my name
my world goes upside down...

Here i am
standing alone...

In this basket is filled with stuff
that no one had ever seen...

The ones you love
is always...

In the inside
is felled up...

Bright colorful days
are bloomed in May...