I do not want anyone to smile.
I do not want to lay a hand on anyone.
You are mine alone.
I decorated for the fight.
Even if I try to escape, I'm trapped.
For all eternity.
The fatalism of a lie that I hear repeatedly inside you.
Sin of a love that has you trapped.
Echoing in a choir.
Your eyes, an overflowing flower beads.
Removing my fears and insecurities.
Here, for all eternity.
Fatalism writing the truth flowing within you.
The cradle of love while cloaking you in the purest form
nobody knows yet.
Singing, sighing as crimson voice trembles