Sweeping away the dust;
memories are but just a dream.
Looking at her eyes in that photo;
in her pupils there lived a loving me.

Stringing up all the past;
dreams come alive like a river.
Flowing through my present body,
the pulses start to feel more than real.

Those years we used to hold our hands;
her body and soul were my entire universe.
Those sweet times have now been gone;
and i have learned to enjoy being alone.