That girl walking down the road,
Head bent down from the world,
Her eyes were never shown,
Beauty which was never known,
Hiding it from the glare of the sun,
The sun becomes really sad and confused,
Why must this girl hide ?
I'm the master of them all,
I'm the greatest of them all,
When will this girl reveal herself?

The sun scorching with rage,
He has been trapped in a cage,
Tears flowing like the river,
Being hidden like the silver,
Tries to see the girl walking down the road,
She hides herself again,
Closing her pretty eyes again,
Why should this girl hide?
I'm the mightiest of...