So much face but one only I see,
None of souls know...
I keep your name in my dairy.

A yellow blight from a sun,
A deep shallow of those eyes,
The rose color of your lips,
And the white pale of your skin.

The air are burning like a summer,
But you are colder as a winter.

You pull the air of my lung,
Suffocate me with those eyes.

Can we dance for once..
With a symphony from the dead Siren,
As the rain showering us
like a withered crop in a garden.