I got drunk with your memories,
I passed away by remembering you
and I am here, next to a void,
near to fall, and never heal.
What have I done? Why am I here?
How could I let this happened to me?

But I believe you're not in here,
if I could feel a little touch,
it doesn't have to be your lovely hands,
but just your words, your little breath,
and let me fall. Falling asleep.
And forever fly across the stars.

I wander in the rain,
walking with no guide.
I never felt
like the way I am with you.
But I'm still here
and you are so afar.