Lately, nostlagia has been invading the air,
everybody is trying to make their "lasts anythings" special
and I'm wishing you were all here to share it.
I spend nights looking at the sky to see if there's a sign of you up there,
asking hoplesly on shooting stars that I can see you again.
God knows you left me too soon.
I just hope, in spite all my mistakes, that I've made you proud too.

Memoirs of yesterday's untimely fall
Inked black nostlagia of negativity
Night — the refuge of a lost troubled soul
End of thy story; end of reality — end of me

Jester Fate's mischievous grins;
Inescapable arrow of Cupid;
Ever fluttering feel — what it truly means?
Sel; a beautiful imagery of bliss
Enslaved thy senses; invaded thy heart
Lingering array of emotions — a natural breeze

Islands apart with thoughts intertwined
Losing myself with a feeling so true;
Year-ender BIGBANG with you