When a poem becomes a song,
The sensation might not last that long...

In a fog,
You have left me behind...

The wind rustles the Autumn leaves
Which lie lifelessly on the ground...

The fire that's burning
lit a fuse...

Mirror mirror on the wall,
You're shattered on the floor...

You are such a cruel friend,
it is sad but it is true...

I put up a wall,
but of course you can't see it...

Staring into your glorious face,
Admiring those mysterious brown eyes...

Trying to find a place to hide
Knowing you're an ugly monster...

We walked hand and hand down the dirt path.
Not knowing that soon we would feel fate's wrath...

I'll see you later.
No worries...

Please.
Stop...