So much face but one only I see,
None of souls know...
I keep your name in my dairy.
A yellow blight from a sun,
A deep shallow of those eyes,
The rose color of your lips,
And the white pale of your skin.
The air are burning like a summer,
But you are colder as a winter.
You pull the air of my lung,
Suffocate me with those eyes.
Can we dance for once..
With a symphony from the dead Siren,
As the rain showering us
like a withered crop in a garden.
I believe you don't know its about you.