Breaking up, raising down.
I no longer feel the heart
of yours, or inside mine
Perhaps it's the time, goodbye.
wishing we have never kissed
or wishing we have never missed
those hands, with care, with pain
and what about now...
Diminished darkness and furnished home
can't be pleased with the odour you left,
everywhere and everywhere of me
I remember, I still remember every bit
I dreamt and dreamt of you, under the same sky
physically so close yet so far away, I am sorry
I can never forget, what has happened here and there
and never should you think of me again...