Cold night
Your memories are not disturbing me...

In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...

Death never invited you
But you invited the death with pleasure...

Now you are not with me?
the answer is my tears...

Since you left me
i never like to find any true relation...

Still i don't know the reason why you left me
its always unexplained...

The death of your conscience
gives the death for your love...

My most meaningless thing
searching the true face in my fake world...

My life is like a painting
but i realized now...

I still loving you
because love residing only in heart...

Where is the humanity?
i think the richers killed it...

Days are turned into years
but still your memories around me...