I saw a faceless man on the hallway today,
on the street the other day
also on my dream when I drift away
it's funny, I couldn't see his face lately
but I could remember
his fragrance
his voice
his laugh
his hands
his touch
his touch!
I could remember everything,
every single thing
every single inch of him
every single of his sweet words
except his face
I swear, his face used to be the last thing I saw before I fell asleep
or when we exchange our feelings on his bed
and now I couldn't see or remember anything about it
but I think I've figured it out,
the reason why he's now a faceless man
it's because love always have a face
and that's the reason why I couldn't see his face
anymore.