One dead star
becomes jealous of one small tear...

The sweet fragrance
of that passing perfume in the breeze...

Who is this angel calling me,
Trying to to encompass my heart...

My doubts may be rising
as you approach closer...

Each tender smile
collapses into blue rivers...

Secret poetry contains her pain
of the poisoned life she knows...

A bitter fresh memory
is aching more than ever...

A trembling star screams,
losing her balance...

Your radiant smile suddenly left,
only, your voice is still echoing in my mind...

The shadows of your empty promise
is forever echoing in my cold heart...

A morning chill sweeps through my body
and the crisp air bites my cheeks...

I know these feelings are absurd,
but without their existence...