I can die for your lips,
I can hate for your hair,
Live for your fingertips,
Burn in fire for your glare.

I can be all your own
I can go to Hell
I can turn to a stone
I can whisper my spell.

But you are a deaf
Who blind with his eyes
I can't find a clef
To your heart which I pines.

But I prey in a scream
And I ask God for you
But there's no even gleam
And my dreams won't come true.

And it hurts me as gun
Separates me with you
And your love seemed be gone
But God used me to sue.

I'm accustomed that you
Were always with me
Only sorrows pursue
Don't want me t'be free.