I play the song of us
When i sit here on this terrace
Pondering every scratch of my voice
For i have lost
You; whom i love most

Singing there i am with my rhythm
Though it's better to admit
Every sweetest thing
And every what-ifs
Of what we could've been

Something had started out as a fantasy
Lingered the spine of a lover
Whose heart then has broken
From an inevitable reasons
Sour; like what always been

But after all
I play the song of us
Down sitting on the terrace
Calling the crack of my voice
Yearning for your presence
Whom i lost