• Behind the wall of royal love
    There stood a melancholy man
    Through the crowd he glanced afar
    Straight in the eyes of his precious love.

    Sadness seems to be in his eyes
    While he is staring with pain inside
    Like a victim shot in the heart
    He fell helplessly in the ground.

    As he slowly falls in his knees
    A crystal liquid slides in his cheeks
    The fact that she loves another man
    Is like an arrow aimed to a dove's heart.