The sun shines so bright,
guess it shall be
my forever true love's kiss.

Gentle breeze slaps my cheeks,
wonder why it is softer than your words?
And why,
why does your presence
hurt more than your silence?

When all we had
was beautiful memory.
And they said,
beautiful things are temporary,
I wonder if you count?

If love does exist,
why all that I ever felt was pain?
Sparks that were once there,
disappeared.