In the coldness of the night I feel it There are voices inside my heart Every pulse, every beat There is this burning heat Even for a thousand hours Iām willing to wait But every second is too hard for me to breath Along with the whisper of the wind Seems like everything is vague in my eyes But I still remember the day of yesterdays When my innocence was still pure When little things were still a glamorous lure Too good, too sweet, and too hard to forget All the memories in the past Which once I had wished not to last