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Crimson lips in the midnight rain,
A shadow sways — in love and pain.
In the alley of fate, she walks alone,
The karma of desire — softly grown.
Love is a flower, doomed to fade,
Truth and lies — the same parade.
Can’t forget the scent he wore,
A trace of warmth, forevermore.
Darkness whispers, heart’s confined,
The curse of “love” — won’t unwind.
Held, then hurt, she hides her cry,
A woman lives where truth can die.
Love’s a blade that cuts her deep,
She bleeds in silence, secrets keep.
Ah... her heart still burns in flame,
For the one who won’t call her name.
If sin’s the price to feel so right,
Then she’ll pay — through endless night.
Painted fingers, crimson-red,
Another love, another bed.
In her dream, he smiles so kind,
In the world, he leaves her behind.
A mirror cracked — the other side,
Where light and shadow coincide.
Each embrace, a step away,
The closer she gets, the more she’ll pay.
Man’s a wind, woman’s a flame,
When they meet, they burn in shame.
Ah... that night she still recalls,
In her dream, his whisper calls.
Even if her soul must break,
She’d die for love — for heaven’s sake.
Every woman bears a crime,
Drowning deep in love and time.
Before the dawn, she stands in rain,
Smiles through sorrow, hides her pain.
Ah... karma of desire’s flame,
If love must die, she’ll take the blame.
Moonlight fades on her gentle face,
Another night, another trace.
Softly spoken, the final sigh:
“Love is sin… and sin is why.”