Every second and minute of an hour,
Flashes of memory are like dewdrops,
It begins with pieces 'till you dig deeper,
Until you lose yourself again.

Tears are streaming in your cheeks,
As every beat of your heart is pounding,
Pounding with distress and confusion,
As it's left with a question of why and how.

If fate permits, I want to hear your voice,
Telling me to go and to never hold you.
My mind and soul hopes for you,
Even your tongue is twisted with a promise unsure.