Walking past through the memory lane
I will soar, high enough, to accumulate these past dreams that are solely made

Yet, as they say, love isn't just enough. Love with no freedom to keep isn't a love you should always keep.

Speak the truth, my man, don't trap me in your hourglass. I know time will come, and it'll hurt me somewhere, someday, as I shall accept this twisted fate.

Although, as I roam the dreamy skies, where we'd make a vow—there left the picture of you standing by the river of remnants. And every minute was your reflection fading away from my sight.

By then, I ask myself; Would your promises ever suffice my tremendous thirst for an eternal affection?

Let me go, o' hove. Let another woman lead you to a world where love is just enough.