You’re imperfect melodies
That tune in my heart;
Pretending as a wonderful rhymes
But you make me hurt;
So I sing a catastrophe
And you dance in the moon lite;
Where’s your love,
When you say it first;
You broke the promises
That you made;

Really, I am the stranger
On your days and you make it harder;
You really break me down, tear me apart, crush me down
I thought you will be the first who saved me, but
You’re just the imperfect melodies
That sing a bloody songs to me…