Alone under the sky, I'm counting the morning stars.
I'm wondering is any of them still shining for me.
You left with a smile and in the heart with a glance.
And I'm left here to count my countless mistakes.
I didn't deserve you, and I realized it too late.
Like all bad gamblers with sold soul.
On my last card I wasted you.
Life plays last set and I'm obviously sinking.
And if the world crashes I won't even move.
Because I know that I won't look anymore those violets.
That were blooming for me in your eyes.