She says: he doesn't mind,
he says: she doesn't care,
they are both denying their blame...
They used to be so intertwined
that when it happens they fall down.
A light, some lines, "I think I'm wining"
and then everything lie in the ground.
Who am I? Who will I be?
Why everything happens to me?
Every summer has it storm,
every rose has it thorn
every couple has their foughts,
every "two" has its ones.