Hold my hand oh, hold it tight once more,
Remember the crowd, for me you once ignored...
It was so long ago, and yet
I remember very clearly...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
Yeah…
Late nights, low lights… you still here...
Life is too serious not to laugh,
Like cleansing yourself, waterless in a bath...
I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
I keep orchids
where your shadow used to fall...
Slowly,
I think...
A cold front is brewing
As grey skies take form...
September 6, 2025 is coming,
For the end of your new beginning...
Pens her only tool
She writes the deepest letter...
Love can often be
Like an unfinished painting...