Sometimes it's hard to know what lies beneath our...
An image of you, an image of me, I no longer know...

Someday...somewhere
about 6 months ago...

A human being made out of a blow of sand
Water that runs through our veins like spring...

An intruder in the night
sculpting a face of a stranger...

He's packing
i guess he's leaving...

Alas!
Alas! your sweetness, your tender touch and...

I have helplessly asked That u reveal the secret...
You\'ve said it will tarnish my black tiffany...

A lost memory...recalled like the haze of a foggy...
as the drops of rain continue to condense slowly...