Today when he's lying on the floor,
counting down his death every second...

Friends and lovers heres a story,
the stories we used to hear about love...

God give me something,
most precious than anything...

Been a long time since this day left
seems like just the day before...

Once upon a time we used to meet,
beyond the valley green and sweet...

A moment before there was no agony,
mild and soft presence of alfresco...