A thousands bridges to cross
A million miles from us
Winter and summer come and pass away
But our memories remain all day
Roses have thorns and so does your beauty have ashes
Your words are my lords and I will serve them till I bleed bloods*
A thousands bridges to cross
A million miles from us
Winter and summer come and pass away
But our memories remain all day
Roses have thorns and so does your beauty have ashes
Your words are my lords and I will serve them till I bleed bloods*