Lyric

The wind that blows, morning and night

Whispers of love and soft goodbyes

I hung my head, caught in its tender sting

“I hate you, I hate you,” I cried

Because I knew this love wouldn’t cease

A mark of sorrow, a bed of petals

At least let our skin entwine

Fingers tracing under the moonlit sky

I tell myself I didn’t mean this

“I hate you, I hate you,” I hold you tight

Shedding shame, I become a femme fatale

Sweet fruit, painted in a sinful hue

Letters torn and cast aside

Ripped open by the sound of dry paper

Thoughts of eternal parting block the way

Gleaming, gleaming, what shines bright

Is the treasure I left in my heart

Life withered, a bed of petals

Moonlight lingers on our fleeting vows

Every heartbeat marks a silent sorrow

I can’t undo what’s been done

Yet I chase the glow of forbidden love

Petals fall, life fades, and yet

I keep the treasure deep in my chest

A bed of petals, my sweet despair