Our love is as a rose which hadn't unfolded ;
It sizzles me within, it shames the destiny.
Our story is like a moment never passes*1;
The dreams have had slipped away of our hands..
I regret this love but, is there a cure?
The heart is in pieces now, no awail.
I will not cause us grievance, this time;
I won't leave you *2
Our love is like an unfolded rose;
It sizzles me within, it shames the destiny.
Our story is as a moment never passes;
The dreams had slipped away of our hands..
I regret this love but, is there a cure?
The heart is in pieces now, no awail.
I will not cause us grievance, this time;
I won't leave you*2