I saw her standing by the crimson sea...
Her gazing was intense but so dead...
The teardrops corroded the soil...
She couldn't say a word to me...
Isolated by the silent thoughts...
They were too strong for her mind...
Misguided by the burning desires...
She couldn't resist them at all...I know I want to be the young bride of the crimson sea
I heard her whispers of remorse...
Her naive mind was much too weak...
Her fragile soul was hurt by the night too black...
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