I have this favorite cup, a simple one
I love this much that I simply can't
Leave it in one corner of my chest
Considered it the last, the best
But one day I just found it there
Broken in pieces, I've seen my tears
I tried to fix it, I really did
But I wasn't someone who could be that skilled
To make magic of fixing things
Somehow I realized what could it bring
If I would try a new design?
Perhaps I would know if I'll just try...