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

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

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

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

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

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

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