One day she wrote her name
Not in my mind, but in my grave.
When she was on the top of fame
Was rather silent and not brave.
Now I am miles away
Out of touch, out of reach.
Now she wants to be brave anyway,
But my blood is now freeze.
Now she visits my grave everyday
Puts the red rose on my name,
I am so helpless and cannot to say
My feelings for her is also same.
Two hearts beat now for each other
One from the outside, another from the grave
Everyday I become wet with her tear,
Her love is saved in my crave.