Genre: a crap W hen she goes beside , the gloomy air grins When light goes void , her smile sparks Thunder-balls even pat her love soaked head strings Flowers in bouquet are ashamed,seeing her Hitherto cannon chills , looking at her lips' curve Seems she hails from heaven. She hurts me , N' Im proud to Her shades and traits leave me now,Im alone I doubt , sometimes almighty makes mistakes