Well paper trees
Somehow fall on paper leaves,
Alas my blood runs cold
For I am the lonely bear
That stays in her cave
At last the love of my love affair
Has no nothingness left to bear
A flower dies
But a new one arises
Out of the dirt that was bought last week
And a simple weed
Could die in an instant,
My heart is just a bore!
For what sheet of paper
Can the pen ignore,
When love is just a simple confession?
I die and I die
Yet I\'m still alive...
Oh what loneliness do I have to bare?
And if life were dead, if only by a miracle
Would the wild horses run?
For my heart is one confession
And my heart is the pen...
Will you marry me still?
For I abide by a better love
Than this I think,
For I am still sitting in limbo.