I like it when its red
Crimson calls me like my most envied;
lover of the world keeping in me bay
Prancing on the snowy field, plowing every single thing
Pull the trigger, I bet you saw nothing my dear
There were warnings, there were signs; I told you I would not dare lie
Forever I will make sure that you are mine
Chrysanthemums were bloody in my eyes as I pluck those wonderful onyx'
I will keep it in a jar, my darling I promise you
Everything will be just fine