Dear *Ester,
it has never been too late...

It just all smelled so wonderful
the smell which made me feel...

It can be your fate
life is like a fishing ground...

Talk to my heart, baby
you were also a special part of me...

Talking about the things that don't wear off
things that don't fake...

Shall i call you honey
shall i call you sugar...

I will live my life, without a life
since you are leaving me girl...