• A hundred times I refuse to cry.

    I refuse trying to hide behind my eyes.



    All of these endless dreams,

    in a circular motion of green.

    Trying to escape through my eyes,

    making me want to hide deep inside.



    All that I hoped for are locked within

    these emeralds that I use to see, what

    happened to love and destiny.



    All of these endless dreams,

    in a circular motion of green.

    Trying to escape through my eyes,

    making me want to hide deep inside.