It is the madness that never ceases;
If love is love in the air,
Where is the ribbon flair?
And darkness is like lightning
It reflects upon the pain
And love is mysterious as all
Behold the multitude of crimes against love
If we all love, will we get infected?
For slow love is the slowest love rejected
And all the oceans rage against the war
Such the loveliest thing that comes to mind
And the moon is the heaviest thing in this room;
a room with four walls
As a wicked and mysterious bird remains
Remain, mysterious bird; remain
For life is tragic unless it\'s not
Heart to heart the roads are forced to break
And the rise of the fall has fallen
And many dreams break the dead bodies aligned
My pretty Juliet rose, she vows for her Romeo;
Oh Romeo, where is this wicked bird
That forces the winds to change?
Be not fallen under a great big bridge
Two lovers roam within the risqué of romance
Two lovers\' bodies touch infallibly,
Invaluably the rose stems from the root
The eternal poet dies again...
Will I breathe again in this multitude of lens?
I sink in the river\'s heart, Behold
How does a raven sink into despair
When its heart is imparably cold?
For life is the lover\'s violin
And the pier is the player\'s paradise;
Let us not play the game softly
Into the tender eyes of wrath,
I loathe in your despair
Because my tender eyes
Can\'t see the wrath.