I look in your eyes and I no longer see your soul...
I listen closely for my favorite song to play in your heart,
but there's no sound....I reach out to hold your hand, but it fades.
so many grey clouds drifting in the sky, no stars to wish upon.
no moonbeams to crystallize the waters in my eyes, just streaks
of unhappiness....
I'm just a memory in the back of your mind
there's no more coals burning on the fire for us
The wind has come and blown us in different directions
The flowers has withered, the roots has been uplifted
and now the rose bud is dying....
I now walk alone on this scary life journey
with little hope in my hands