Original lyrics
ENOh how hurting was the touch, lived as an omen of farewell... greyness fell upon an already darkened dream, when never seen the sorrow, when never seen the pain.
Now we face the walk all through the garden, blood red flowers gathered round...
In a sorrowful embrace we won't fear the thorns, we won't fear the pain...
Let us walk towards the light, call it destiny or fate...
And the wounds, let them be opened, 'cause the stream that flows is love and the stream that flows is hate...
No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine.
Now you fade away.
Like sand from my hand, you slip away.
