Succumb on the Bittersweet

It was the evening of red November
When I crossed the valley of vengeance
The moon watches me slit your throat
Where all your screams & sins come from

How could this happen to us,the perfect love story ever?
We used to walk in passion beneath the cherry blossoms;
Every Christmas we stand underneath the mistletoes
And kiss each other's lips while we wait for tomorrow

Holding hands,exchanging glances as we anxiously-
Anxiously watch the sunset on a hill
A hill of green leys while we embraced
& locked on each other's arms

Well,at least you died in my arms
And now that your name is on my wrist
Let me give you one last kiss
And let me give you a more nostalgic idea
Of why it has come to this end..

I thought it was only a broken illusion
I shook my head hoping the vison would change
But it's you & her,...underneath that tree
Suddenly doing the treacherous activity you also did to me

Bitter is your blood & in your face is still the lust
If I am sorry for what I did let me be cursed
You, I love you, & that is what I believe
Thanks for waking me up on this dream
Goodluck anyway on you way to heaven...

That is,-
If you ever get there....