Dreaming, it would be love inside, she grabed the hand he lent to let her in
Walked calmly into him
Yes, indeed it was enchanting
walking there never made a reminder on time
and never made her eager to look back
Time Flies, the white gown is torn and red spreading
it was that day,after too much bleeding
She turned back searching for a way out
And realised it was no castle but a maze..
she looked around, beautiful roses but with thorns
blissful tiny blossom but on cactus
and now, she is bleeding
bleeding red and red.