Our memories are slashing me,
bitter pain entering my chest,
remembering the moment he walked away.
He once told me:
"i would not make you cry
neither the one who lie"
i grasped that and i treasured in my heart
until he said: "i think we need some time,
maybe we should say a goodbye?
He took it all and left me alone
with only a faint warmth of the breath
from the lips i used to kiss
Crying and yet feeling like dying
he took it all and left me alone
picking faded happiness with
fragments of a broken heart.
