Spring comes and goes,
Flower blooms and fades,
Who arrange that by some miracle?
Should I accept the Cupid's Arrow?
should I accept the love?
Sadness is the result.
Spring comes and goes,
Flower blooms and fades,
Who arrange that by some miracle?
Should I accept the Cupid's Arrow?
should I accept the love?
Helplessness is the result.
Is the future bright or deem,near or faraway?
What left from you is the broken heart,the deepest pain.
What keep in mind has been off,what left has been forgetten
Life is helpless
Helpless!
Helplees!