When hate and love become a pain,
When love become a moll,
Will you be there and wash away
A blood tears of my doll?
It is a doll with devil smile
You see the angel instead her...
Your velvet kiss for her is mine...
Her coldest touch is your.
You wash away tears of my doll.
But blood tears never end.
Her emptiness is my cruel fall.
And you with me, you are the pent.