You were an artist,
and I was the poet...

His memory is walking again
In my supressed head...

You came
Like a shooting star in a starry sky...

Why do i have this receipts of love?
Wondering in such a withered reward...

The world is not enough for anyone
not for you and for me...

These past few days have been tough
It's killing me...

Soon...
You'll learn the difference between forever...