You are hurt, Look, You melt instantly...
You needn't misshape your appearence, These are temporary...
His wet cheeks is unimportant...
When the stones prolapse a bit, the tears fell down...
Oh Oh Oh They burn, destroy, burn to a cinder...
Oh Oh Oh They climb down curtain by curtain, become a tulle...
Don't be hooked on those stars, They don't never look at your horoscope or ascending...
You gave your secrets to mirrors, You were beautiful, You were ugly, They don't wear a crown...