A droplet of tear that ripples in a pond
From the cold stone heart of a youko
The soul that has always laid beyond
The eyes of gold that has never mourned

Through my life as a youko,
Never have I felt the sweetness of a heart
I, who have never known
The magic of the thing so called love

Then there she was, cheerful and gay
The eyes that could melt even a heart of stone
The youko that I once was
Had never been again alone

Her hair that played with the wind
Her gentle smile that played across her face
The heart of an angel, always there to help
Her lovely face that had hunted me for days

The golden eyes, turned to green
But the cold heart still remained
As a thief, there's something I wanted to steal
The heart of a deity
The deity who have stolen my heart

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