"Existing in this place, now are uncleanable lies,
I wonder when it has begun, how far do,
I have to go to see the light.

Stars in your eyes,
Stars in your heart,

You will live in shadow, of shade and commit the eighth sin,
unrequited existance will turn everything into sin"

If Love is a storybook, it has no ending.
The conclusion have not been writen,
and will never be.
What never changes are the memories that Love has...