Fools will see that she's crazy
Her laying in the flowery bed
Dancing like no one can see
Wind blows caressing her skin

Her hand reaching out to the sky
Together with her feet raised up
Waving like dancing with the clouds
A sweet smile forming on her lips

She would pick a flower
Recite her mantra
Asking the petals
"He loves me,
He loves me not."
Again and again
Up to the last petals

Sadness in her eyes as the last petal falls
She would brave a smile to start over again
Like a fool with the same end