I'm thirsty.
She haven't felt our hearts beat as one.
She let the tears spilled out
from my eyes;
caged me in this solitary moments.

I can't give her a perfect love story,
so caved for my own treasure,
but my treasure was a fool's gold;
when a girl's kisses,
suddenly is cold.
I refused all the pavements
for every wound she left to remember,
for I'm still searching for a person
who could fill this glass with water.

The end always the end.
But I still see
some of her refracted lights
on the mirrors;
forced me to recall
about the poignant past.
I admit, I let her expectations
perished into ashes of disappointments.

And I still do love her!
She always comes to visit in my dreams,
drawn me not to forget
every detail of her name.
I know we are only separated
by space and time
so I'll wait for her
till no more morning arrives,
for many have tried,
and many have failed;
still no one--
could fill this glass with water.