Half a year's worth of memories became ashes in the wind
that dimmed the light from where I seemed to have fallen.
The autumn comes soon but monsoon storms await me,
the safety I found in your arms have seem to dissipate
and motions of decay seem to slowly envelop me.
Rigor Mortis
This feeling of missing you is similar to torture
I've spent a quarter of my lifetime wishing for someone like you
but then you came and took that away from me.
I am tired,
I am awake but I am tired,
and soon I will fade;
like a scorched moment, the ashes seem to float into the sky;
I'd lie if I weren't feeling hurt,
but the dirt seems to comfort me enough.

Half a year's worth of memories became ashes in the wind.