The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the sun on summer sets May be the chill in Autumn breeze May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast May be the phantom or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem inside a shell
She, who always seems so happy in her ground Whose eyes can be so brighter then so brown
No one's allowed to she them when they cry She, may be the love that can't hope to last May come or leave from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die
She, may be the reason I survive
The why and where for and a lie
The one I care for through the rough in many years Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs 'Cause where she goes I've got to be