Each rose is throes of winter. (Jialal al-Din Rumi)
Ogni rosa è preda dell'inverno. (Jialal al-Din Rumi)
Roy: I was all right for a while
I could smile for a while
KD: But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
When you stopped to say hello
Roy: You wished me well
You couldn't tell that
I've been crying over you,
crying over you And you said "So long"
Left me standing all alone,
alone and crying, crying, crying, crying
It's hard to understand
KD: But the touch of your hand can start me crying
Roy: I thought that I was over you
But it's true, so true
I love you even more than I did before
But darling, what can I do?
For you don't love me
KD: And I'll always be
crying over you, crying over you
Roy: Yes now you're gone
Both: And from this moment on, I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying
Yeah, crying, crying over yo
