Memories of her,
A constant flame, in my heart...
I can’t look at your pictures
They’re so bittersweet...
When starting life without you, of all I used to...
When holding on so firmly, not wanting to let go...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
Old-style country
You don't love me anymore...
Silence spoke so intensely,
when words took no form...
I dream of you while I'm awake
Whenever the distance far...
If you were a season then you'll be spring
Because you always remind me of love...
This city looks different in the cover of night
No longer crowded with shoving strangers...
I can only compare you, to the sun
With all memories, I still hold of you...
Loves like a rainbow
Its true colours will be seen...
Killing me slowly
I don’t regret what I did...