just sTone

I think of "Belle" in "Notre Dame de Paris".
There are three guys singing the love song toward the same girl,
Esmeralda.
One is a tragic freak, the other is a sinner, another is an handsome
winner of love.

What man could resist gazing at her?

I am just another passerby coincidently standing on that square,
Watching her glittering hair and bewitching figure.
No more fury and jealous, only the doubtless beauty remain.