Like an eclipsed moon
Fade covered by clouds
Even though it is still shining
Invisible to the eye
The holy rose withers more and more
The petals fall one by one
And finally dries up in lonely
Alone
I am like a forest on fire
Dry and abandoned
Hope for the rain to water
Hopeful of holy love
The holy rose is withering
The petals fall one -one
And finally dry in solitude
Alone
Is it true that promises are worthless
Treasures and looks
Make you blind
That's how you interpret our sacred love
You easily let go of separation

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