Beautiful,
As brave as the skies in a winter night.
Sorrowful,
Although life will pass my heart's your might.
Angels,
Will sing forever for their morbids,
Candles,
Will be lit for you, Prince of Orchids.

Hatred,
Although anger is more like it,
Fear,
Although I've passed that long ago.
Love,
Is it so strong that I can't feel it?
Or is it just so hard that it is no more?

Longing,
For your face, and eyes, and tears,
Singing,
Of beloveds part for year.
But forever?
It's just too much to bear,
And never?
And I just no longer care.

Beautiful,
As bold as hearts in desert storms,
Sorrowful,
As the joyous and the mourns
Angels,
Can't appriciate their gain,
Candles,
Will burn away my pain.