I died
three years ago...

After the drizzle
slowly the sun waking up...

You treated my love
Like a doll in the baby's hand...

In the yellow evening,
a sandalwood fragrance in the air...

Since you left me
I am afraid to smell my garden flowers...

Every day my clock stops in the midnight
Because of your memories...

Sometimes my smiles were not true
I am unsure what I am searching for in my life...