Our Love ~

if you think our love was made from rose and their color
forget me.
if you think our love grow in meadow
leave me
if you think our love made us hold each other
let me walk with the lonely.

our love made from the thorn
we are bleeding when you say you love me
our love grow in a cell
when our people, jail us with religion and many culture
our love made us deformed
i lose my leg
to walk toward you
our love cut my hand
so i can't hug you tightly

but at least,
our love made me blind
so thats made me love you anyway.