Regret is the street I dwell on.
And sorrow hangs it's face at my door.
I wish I wouldn't have made mistakes.
But I cannot take it back anymore.
And I lay awake with a troubled soul...
My heart is always attacked.
I should've been your secret keeper,
Your best friend at all hours.

But I didn't possess much power...

I was a lost spirit. A whimpering soul.
I always thought you'd see it.
But now your spirit has left my body, and the cord that linked our hearts together...
Has torn my heart in your departure.
I wish I wouldn't have done what I did.
I wish I could take it back.
But in the wee hours of night fall, when the ghost partake in dances,
I'll remember how much I loved you. I'll remember your embrace.
I'll remember the tiny kisses you left on my neck, arm and face.