You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...

Fly! Fly!
And leave behind only feathers...

When I saw you lost and sad
about things...

Every time you see
me...

You know,
you’re always the one to listen...

When we traced together
the dusty contours of memories...

Once,
I built you every winter...

I want to write about you
before I forget about you...

You were the stranger I saw
amongst the echoes of my dreams...

Your warmth
was like the melodious whispers of a harp...

I still remember
the silken strands of sunlight...

Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears...