My life like a... Like a withered petal My betrayal For one night, I kissed my youth goodbye Beauty must die Though, I run against the dark Sure, I'll moan about old times Though, the clock outlives our hearts Still, I hope I shall not die At final dusk, silvery hair becoming dust Seasons blew me away before my mind grows old And merciless noise of the clock took off my crown But emptiness might be my new golden home My last golden home... Though, I run against the dark Sure, I'll moan about old times Though, the clock outlives our hearts Still, I hope I shall not die