Is the color of red,
The moment the two of you met.
The moment he fled,
While you sit and let your heart bled.
Is the color of blue,
He left without a clue.
Left to wonder where he flew,
Until the hole in your heart grew.
Is a painfully beautiful lie.
The moon saw you cry,
While at last he uttered his final goodbye,
With a smile full of sly.
