A sticky mark on the flesh
As a graffiti on a wall
A sign of the past
memories of the fading dahlia
Stick as a thorn on the flesh

Can be covered but never leaves
Cause the heart is filled with regrets
The soul gasp for air
As the memories suffocate his mind
The night wind refreshes the mark
Cause the thoughts invades his heart
As the cold wind touch his chest
Laid on the bed with a single wish
That someday, the rain will wash away the stain