The gloomy day
"Of all the efforts she's been making
They only saw her blemishes,
Emotions as fragile as a cruet,
Battling the agony and examining herself,
Where is the sunshine?
Where is the end to this gloomy day?
She don't need advices,
Nor do she need consolation,
All she renders is a pure soul,
A mind with no judgement
And a heart full of love."