Each petal is as red as the fires flame, 
Great beauty without a name.
The candles flame makes silloughettes,
You wanted to share this dance so let's.

That shadow looks like a child playing,
That one looks like a mother swaying,
There's a bookeeper dusting a book,
While a theif returns while he took.

Life is full of joy and pain,
Now the petals come down like rain.