Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November...

The caged bird is now
flying in the universe...

We cannot breathe under the same sky anymore,
it drives me insane...

And she asked me today,
"what inspires you to write...

Today, once again, she asked that same question
'where are you?' while looking at a star...

It is funny because I thought that this time
you were going to stay...

Tonight, I am going to filter out all those
thoughts which are whispering into my ear...

Forgive me, I am too young to depict,
don't they look like the two faces of a coin...

Tell me you don't love me and for you,
I am perfectly imperfect...

All those things I want to say, fail to escape
from my heart in your presence...

Life is a just a journey, where one ends,another
begins; is there any truth behind these lies...

You are gone, and
I am in the arms of darkness once again...