It was a one fine morning.
And a morning rain kind of mood
She has always loved the smell of blown candle, wishes, cake, and balloons.
It was her happy days, where everyone are smiling brightly.
It was a one fine morning,
Until she knows she lost him.

The candles, euphoria, and laughs are no longer matter.
Things were unhealthy inside her heart.
And that's all she could remember.
She is unable to trace back the times
Where he made her feel good about herself;
It's all just blurry to her.

Without getting into the painful details of it all,
She realize that writting doesn't work on her anymore.
She has lost her reason to keep writting,
Because he is no longer exist.
No, she is no longer exist in his heart.
And that's what hurt the most.