Whenever my aurora is in a coma, I see your goldenrod glimmer,
two cherished minute maybe? shall I toast the sweet crimson fragrance you embellish.
Alone you'd pour your benevolent skin under the frozen river,
only kissed by your roses, I'd love to gamble with torment.
and when the ocean tries to grasp my dearest treasure,
I'll express a each wave with lines, just to prove my valor,
I know my rainbow shall sleep again with fervor,
and realm of memories will lose its color.