she walks with roses on her ear
along the white sand
lost someone she loves
can not bring him back
he is in God palace
she looks far away
feels the wind touch her white dress
someone become her shadow
on her back
she feels the shadow
look like my love
but it is only a shadow
she feels tired chase it
do not tease me
she beg to the shadow
save me if you are able
makes me forget those memories
with him my love who is in heaven
i will join him
she says over and over again
she plans to wear a wedding gown
when she die
that she want it now
nothing else...
beautiful die...
perfect shape only for her love
in heaven
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