Like the water runs down the mountain, My blood runs down the veins.
Who says love is easy,
It is a mystery, an ecstasy and an escape.
Be it red , or be it pink,
It comes down to black in just one blink.
The days seem running, a marathon to say,
Where you lose yourself in a big ball of prey.
Round you go, and there is no end,
To find yourself, doesn’t make you contend.
Only if you feel the soul of his,
Protecting your soul with an endless kiss.
There you see a path so green,
You feel so pure, after you wake up from the dream.