Chasing for the better, heart on a danger.
Hands full of luck,
Life doesn't suck;
Oh hunter, don't you knock,
Heart of stranger's made of rock.
Rock isn't that hard,
stranger's heart will be the reward,
Love promises nothing,
Except this feeling that is something;
Something someday maybe your everything,
Oh stranger, Let me in to your rocky house, within.
There's one thing that is true, it's the love I found in you.
True love breaks the rock, it's truly the hunter's pure luck;
This brave hunter in the forest, now my stranger you can rest.
Trials are just a test, one true love is my quest.
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