Just leaving my home, what could I do
Travelling in the evening, how could I do
I already knew all your engagements
Telling you I am coming, how could I do
I could not even get the stars
With the sun and the moon, what could I do
He always travelled in the sun
In the shadows spread by trees, what could he do
The beginning and the end were nothing but the dust
With the pearls growing out of particles, what could I do
You had already made your mind against me
To tell my heart to stay with you, how could I do
Love had blessed her beauty in all forms
With the make up sets, what could she do
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