Love is not a waste
But it can't be recycled...

Black and white Gazette
So often still adds colour...

An elevator
Has lots of ups and downs but...

He sees it passing
But he cannot tell the time...

I follow my footprints, where we first met
And they stop in front of yours on the beach...

Walking down a familiar path
Where once it always made us laugh...

Her beautiful blue eyes glow with the moon
And reflect all her universe within...

I still trace the steps
To the night when we met...

There is no higher mountain which I'll ever climb
This one's called 'Love' and has such a steep...

I know she exists
I've seen her before...

My wife was having a shower
And then I heard a scream...

Don't play with fire, my mother always said
I wish I had listened, but now I just dread...