The curtains fell, the pink glasses were broken And all my hopes were crashed by the wall of reality. The innocence’s been lost and the sin’s been awoken Death can be bliss, while hope’s exhausting I’m trying to catch the last glimpse of eternity But I’m too mortal for it. Wandering in the garden of dead souls, I feel every moment I live. If Life is so frail, where is its keeper? There is only oblivion - hopeless, but nice We desire true love, but who can get it? All we could is to give, for love is our eternal sacrifice. [Is there True Love? Maybe it’s only our sweetest dream, our blessed lie in this huge whirl of life, which makes more bearable this hurting reality. But yet it’s dangerous, and in many cases incurable… it’s our unsatisfied need, our deepest secret, our killing grief and the most desirable joy, but is there any truth in Love?]