It’s so hard to see my face
In the mirror’s cold disgrace
I wonder what is this I have become
A childish forlorn wish
So easy to seduce
Seems like it’s just one step to fall down
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams
I can hardly write these lines
Cause I already have signed
My name across the wall of prayers
Oh, I listen to my name
For really sounding like a blame
I close my eyes and start to sing my song
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams
This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
I live in memories, cast into melodies
They die in harmony with greed and treachery
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams
This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams
This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine
Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart
Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine
Give your innocence to the brightest of of dreams
This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine
Of this gilded art…
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