How many more words,
Should I submit in your name?
When the ink dries,
They all go in vain.

Lucky I was,
With that feeling of loving you,
Lucky I was,
When all of it disappeared as hue.

I cry a tear,
let it run down my chin.
Little orb of glass,
I wonder how you been.

Through the agony,
Bestowed down my heart,
I think about you,
The one that moved on.