Lips in the pink, It’s a newday style,
To be loved again, I create profile,
Instead of tears, I begin to smile,
But my destiny has its own trile,
When I ask the God, I’ll keep the pray,
When I saw you, I believed you would stay,
We will be together may be in bright May,
Only in my dreaming, by the way,
I am searching for an uncreative light,
Something I’ve lost in the game and fight,
But I can’t stand it, when I’m very slight,
And I need you truly, consolation, might.