Standing in a complete emptiness,
Searching for a trace in a void space,
You walk the white monotony
Of a regret, you're feeling lonely.

Like a pale moonlight reflecting clear
In the black void you walk with fear,
The mirror of your voice screaming loud
Echoes of desire to be loved.

As the black withered rose in your hand
Being touched by true love becomes red,
Your soul escapes the void, your heart blooms,
Accept the red rose or you'll lose.