She said "home is where the heart is" maybe sometimes it becomes the place where the heart just used to be.

I'm a white rose,
with a black shadow.
I'm the moon,
with a black mark.
I'm the poetry,
with all painful words.
I'm the sky full of scars,
My heart is filled with love,
While my mind is haunting me,
My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.

She was the sun
Relaxed and free
Flowing towards the horizon over the sea

In darkness sliding back like a morning sunrise
Beautiful as a blossoming rose with its morning dew

Full of wild life
For the pleasure
She gives life