Let your voice for once, listen to your feelings,
For words and tears wait for none,
Let those eyes be as silent as ever,
Else they might speak the bitterness of your heart

Yes I remember those sleepless nights,
And those lamps, that burned with your memories,
Yes those black crisp petals are still afresh with your memories,
As I can still smell the scent of love that lingered around you, within me,

Yes I still remember the sound of your steps under the storm of sunlight,
Narrowing towards me like the ripples of water towards the shore,
Yes I still smell the scent of love that once came with the breeze you brought along,
Now I realize, remembering and dreaming are not so varied after all.