A girl is like a piece of glass,
she should be protected...

Once I had to hide,
my feelings for a girl...

A cold dark night in April,
a few days after the 17th...

Only you know,
what I'm talking about here...

Your soft breathing,
turns into gasps...

Everything is changing,
like the bright autumn leaves...

I wish you were here,
here with me now...

Memories are fading,
and lives rearranging...

My eyes are like puddles of oil spilled on the...

There's a feeling,
one of many I can't describe...

Finally memories from a past love fade,
as new ones are made with a new...

And to the shadow on my wall,
I asked for who next shall I fall...