眼淚

Shape of love, even more fragile

 Shape of love, even more fragile

 You cry, miss your time

 Your soul is like broken glasses

 Picked by them at path on escarpment

 The rubble is falling, could you hold on a second 

 You cry, miss your time

 In many dreams of the night, a clear curtain opens wide

 That landscape is remote and quiet

 And no one will leave a trace

 Shape of love, even more fragile

 Shape of love, even more fragile

 Shape of love, even more fragile

 Shape of love, even more fragile