(Part 1)When the summer is fast,The bruise will be slow.That’s when I fell in love,With my winter rose.And it felt just like,An angel that came.Like a magic light.Like a little flame.Signs will fall to us,When the point brakes through*.There’s no kindest words,Than the blistering truth.People call for love,When it’s almost too much.It’s the faceless shame,That