She became You

Only in your imagination
the story has been told
that every end is happy
with a rose or by sword
except here...
the tale is change
no love, no prince
but only an image
with lunar sense
what do you feel
is better than to see
the high heel
is the flower of tree
so fly....
and harvest the emptiness
so cry...
and spread the happiness
to say:
all the colors became one
and white turn to blue
all the lights became one
and she became you