These glorious days i wish not to forget
These days of only you and me
The way you look at me
The way you talk to me
The way you hug me
The way you kiss me
The way you touch me
The way you **** me

These days, these glorious days
I would want to repeat over and over again
Like a broken record player
As broken as our souls
Let us play with our naked silhouettes
Keep the fire of this thing that we have
Before everything turns into ashes, even our hidden bones