You have done nothing…so that's enough
Yet you despise yourself of the truth…why?
Do you blame yourself for my lost?
Have you ever questioned life and humanity itself?
How can you still love her
After all she has done
A wench who has blamed everything on someone who has already been branded
Be burdens and the pain of his own.
Everyone has wondered off to the path of daggers and thorns…
I don't mind the thorns if you're my rose
Fly high up on the sky…
Even if im gone
I'll still continue to watch over you
I would give anything for your joy…
Even if you would still continue to love her..
In return, I only wish for a single red rose upon my rest…