Tower of Cards
Your glance makes my tower of cards collapse
Without asking how much effort I put into!
I worked on it days and nights long though
There is nothing left but dream of your grace
My dreams have been sorted in the deck
Some of them were white, some of them were black
If you bould a tower of cards, it is colourful
And if it has been destructed, really painful
Would you hear if I cry from my tower out loud
The first, the most precious love I've found
No, no, no! I think you definitely won't
Because your heart is towards me really cold