"O amor verdadeiro é como a morte, ele consome tudo o que não for igual a ele."

Actually, as we grow older in age, we grow shorter in courage and dignity.

I need an open channel

to let it out

a solitary soul

to share

my solitary world

to cover with flowers

when it rains

to cover with blankets

when it's sunshine

goodbye my darling

sorrow has mended us together

this is a new face of you Imarvel

and there's nothing

not even heaven above

or flesh and boned brutality

that can tear us apart.

Love...love will tear us apart again...

the color of music