The rain had worked me through the misery over countless rainbows mysteriously murky   Driven by the snow in the absence of emotions Lost in the shadows of pain, I am drunken dirty   Little did the world grasp about passion and glory Oh sweet sorrows, don't you know I am still...

  Every time I fall for beauty, it warns me of rainy clouds in the disguise The bitch I loved had no remorse for her wrongs, only colorless rainbows   How meaningless love may seem, as flowers in the garden carry no scent Fragile and stagnant memories tantalize me still...

Onerous hearts desire an illusion known enough to be determined If it does not let your soul on fire in this analogy, it ain't worth the burn   Imagine expecting love from bitches and calling it the ordeal of artifice Love is not for everybody to keep; most lunatics...