For the restless east , won't the sun rise again?
For the lonely sky, won't the moon shine again?
For the immovable coast, won't the waves come back again?
For the dry rose, won't the rain fall back again?
Or should this be a hard truth I must accept
That you'll never be able to love this man again
Must the red flower just bleed blood?
Must the red heart cry non stop?
You talk about the things that's changed,
But I notice the same coldness
when the world around us deranged,
Just like you that
Just like you hate me
Can't you love me again?
Maybe the restless east shall never see the sun
The stars will cry until they burn
The damp coast shall stay dry
And the red rose shall soon die.
Note: I wrote this few years ago. I think I was inspired by a song that went something like that.
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