And returned alone grabbing through this darkness roads, Where she went. Searching even for her as a friend wondering to where all swept away with love,
Then again another new tear flow over them all, When about her heart.. My heart asked me, where it vanished... Even the perfume she was used to let it touch her skin.. I smell it.. I smell it from afar.
You awoke my wounds which were quenched. You thought it was dead, how you think that wounds can be dead,
Now I lost picture of the truth. Of my old pictures, it was remain antics .. Then you Killed it by silence.
