Her hand felt like snow
He remembered
When forever used to be
And death had taken it away

She was the tree
That always bloomed flowers
He was the bird
That always took refuge

She had to wither
Like a fragile rose
He wanted to hold on
When she had let go

The sky turned grey
On a summer day
He stood
Feeling the wind

Where oceans end
Where skies meet
Her love exist
In the depths of his heart