When grief has come,
From grief (someones) leave
I picked you a rose from there
By the store, now I see it
How it matches to your dress' pattern
Would it make you glow
Grab the relief, it won't give up from its pattern
I am the beautiful knuckle of darkness
I plough the grounds of your fear
I am your own when others can't
I dismmis the ridges of horror
Follow me, follow me
Oh, now it is calm
The city is tranquil
Smell of coffee, let's go there
I open a door for you
Over there I look at a marketplace's edge
Guys stroll again
Catch the lungs full of air
You remember the prosperity of living
And I am the beautiful knuckle of darkness
I plough the grounds of your fear
I am your own when others can't
I take you to a gossamer morning
I am your own when others can't
I don't hurt but make the peace
I am your own when others can't
Follow me, follow me