There is so much I wish you could see,
blinded by the wishes of what used to be...

I know how much you care,
But I cannot escape my own fear...

In the rain I stand,
clear blue knife in hand...

In the memory of my mom:
My angel in the sky...

Under the bright night stars,
in cool clear mist...

This mirror is broken,
It must be cracked...

On that day
the sun glinted on loves eye...