The bright and intelligent eyes on her face
The skin and flesh of hers
Attract the evil, tempts to commit crimes.
There she lies, in the river of mine.
The flowing water, bathes the fresh figure of hers.
She, with golden and fluid, river of hair, smiles.
The bright red is on her cheeks.
Broad in her figure, the heart is still beating in her chest.
The love she gave is warm like blood in vein.
Making me feel insane.
I know, she is mine.
I know, she didn't feel the pain.