From the very start we were doomed
There are no winners or losers in this game
You play the game of love
but changed as frequently as the weather
We'd separate and meet again waiting for eternity
From the very beginning this game had no end
You use love as a weapon and gentleness as an act What was real? What was fake?
A painstakingly effort
When you have met your match in a game
you are destined to be entangled in a mess
Maybe I'm just thinking of being with you
Maybe I want to face it all with you
To the point of no return
Caught in a complicated trap
Without regret no matter what our fate is

© fLy 🕊️