Stubborn Lover
Across the forest is the house,
The house of my beloved,
Come on, let's keep going.
This ghastly dark night in the wild,
The trembling sounds of the wild gushes high around us,
Oh dear, don't be so stubborn.
I am an old car, and may cease to run,
Bound to break at any time,
Being crumbly and shaky,
I may fail to take you across dear,
The crumble can only reach a crumble end,
This is a truth known to all.
Don't rely on the crumble one,
To help you reach his house,
Oh dear, don't be so stubborn.
Look the growling is getting intense,
But don't loose heart,
I have to go and see him tonight at all costs.
Look the growling is getting intense,
But don't loose heart,
No wild can stop me from getting a glance of him tonight,
Yes, My heart insists,
So make me way through the wild.
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Tonight a Lover will be greeted,
With the corpse of her beloved,
Come on, Let's keep going.
Hold steady on the path,
Hold steady on the path between the forest,
It will be guide you safely to the other end.
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The encounter between the two souls,
Witnessed by many souls,
The sight and the feel of the torn pieces of his Lover,
Shattering the heart of the beloved into million fragments.
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Oh dear, don't be so stubborn,
Oh dear, don't be so stubborn.
Inspired from an old song.