You're pale, sir
You brought me through life
I was a lonely girl
I was an orphan star
The door you slammed and went away
Is still half-open to dark
You're lost in thought, sir
You're hurt, sir
Oh I wish we had burnt with the very first step
I wish we had believed in love but not in death
You were going to accompany me in my solo dance
Now only the handkerchief that i dried off your sweat with is left
You've been a spoilsport sweetheart
You ran away early, alas !
Though I'm still hurt by you
The life's really hard in your absence