Ooh.... Ooh.... How - how can it be that a love. Carved out of caring fashioned by fate. . Could suffer so hard. From the games played much too often.
As the spring in its bloom, the summer stars and the moon,. Come and dance with me my love and we will be one.. We go together,. I promise forever, everyday together,.
How, how can it be. That a love carved out of caring. Fashioned by fate, could suffer so hard. From the game played much too often. . And making mistakes.