SWEAR TO LOVE HER

Stop countdown:
Moon, you see world's reverse, tell me, where is she now?
All I have seen
Was quiet question in dying eyes: "Where have you been?!"
I'm sorry for pain,
I'm sorry for hate, but she's answering: "You are too late,
And all of your prayers
Aren't needed any more, have lost all the meanings".
Blind sky:
Was she too sinful or too saint to die?
Laughing wind:
Was she too sinful or too saint to live?
She had to receive
The time to get learn the truth, to rush away from the tears and regrets,
To listen to me,
And I would tell her that I swear to love her.