Why

Why did you come into his destiny
And draw him into a ruthless game?
He became as a toy, but in misery
His love was the same.

Why did you turn his loving soul
Into a scene for the cruel play?
Why did you give him such role,
Which brought only one pain.

In possible,
He was young and fervid
In possible,
He didn’t understand until the end
But you were truly loved
By him, he was so depend.

Cold slanting rain and slush
Will calm his broken heart
Love’s miracle was crashed
She long since forget all

Desert streets are filled
With glom and dampness
You were so need
To him in that darkness

In possible,
He was young and fervid
In possible,
He didn’t understand until the end
But you were truly loved
By him, he was so depend.

He died, but on his lips
Blessed smile remained,
He saw in one’s sleep,
That you again appeared.

He froze, he can never rise,
But in twilight of his life
Across pain and your lies
He gained freedom’s light.

She has brought frail white flower
And put him the grave stone over
She has cryed so suddenly
But he will never hear…