My heart is not some chocolate
to be melted by the sun of your smile.
Do not worry for me. I am a child no more.
I have stopped dreaming in purple and orange
a long while ago:
sunset is over.
You were right, the colors do clash.
Dawn is near. I know, for the hour is dark.
Do not worry. I've learnt that pearls should not be strewn before swine.
I'll not cut my heart this time.
my heart is safe in everlasting arms.
Dawn is here.