Rusty Roses

Cry me an ocean.

And let my fate decide.

When death and life plays.

On a thick line called after life.

So when I lay on the moon.

Do you think about my heart?

A lost treasure key for it.

Which was buried miles away.

Hold me tight or not, and praise the gleam at the sky.

So let me cry, like an illiterate lady.

And play among the flames.