My Cinderella Broken Shoes - A Blossom Flower And Met Her Faith

This flower are dying on the valley of the dawn 

Blossom on the mud, all she knows is keeping shine 


You're a red rose with a poison thorn on you 


Waiting for the flies to come, we will fly untill the lights is gone 


I'm waiting for the right time, to make this night shine brighter (Without any beauty could shattered) 


I'm trying to change the way you look at the world the way you stare at the moon 


But it was too late (A blossom flower had met her faith)