That was the golden day, which you came to me.
And which day you went, was a bloody golden day.
You know your feelings were different, but heart is the one.
Your body might be different from me, but the blood is red.
How, selfishness could drag you down, I will take your hand.
You might be a looser, then take some credit from me.
Don't be very upset, I have already catch your soul inside me.
For ages, there are our memories, body flesh and blood drops.
Upset, you fool time could destroy our body so.
But it cannot destroy our soul and love itself.
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