The clock ticks to destination,
and heart ceases to surrender...

Faded love,
Dab little rose...

At the door,
The thinness of the light disappeared...

I see my dreams, so precious,
moving from hands to hands...

Walking with the,
beat of life...

I woke up in the morning,
to the rythm of raindrops...

Everytime you rip my heart,
It's bleeding your love...

Tuning up with your frequency,
Abruptly changing emotions...

Setting the coarse hair straight,
Noticed, the lines to deepen await...

Do you see I am just not the same,
Look what's behind these eyes...

Different vibrant shades,
Painful reminder of sweet pleasure...

It's not a poem or a song,
Sadness has no ryhtm nor ryhme...