Hey, my little witch; a curse that is too much to handle.
We gonna live with it forever the mark of it will remind us.
How horrible this curse made us separate. How I wish this rainbow between us makes you smile.
O my Alizea, I hope you'll make an amazing and wonderful life.
It ***** that sooner or later your laugh will cease to exist but always lives inside my heart.
This isn't a poem anymore how I wish I can make you another lovely poem.
Just like what I always said, " Love is still superior".
I hope you love yourself more than you love me.
I promise if ever our heart meets again-- We will do all our promises together.
For now, live a life without a curse tingling inside your heavenly soul.
May we bloom and meet again, my little witch.