These are the words I cannot say
But they come from the heart...

She was my north, my south, my east, and my west,
My working week and my Sunday’s rest...

Maybe I still want u in my life
Maybe I still want u to hold my hand...

So sweet so beautiful,
Oh my god she is incredible...

She was my north, my south, my east, and my west,
My working week and my Sunday’s rest...

Those last words are still to be searched,
Which the birds sang on the tree when they...

Please forgive me I don't want to die
Please forgive me because I can't lie...