I am your art
the one i long to made and reicarnate in
so that i'm more of you.

My dream were big to acquired
that you left half-way
but your memory were such and irony
that it became a sweet poison.

For a while i endure my sweet ache with a smile
why is it so hard?
that you left me with such ardor.

Now that i decide to forget your memory
why your fragrance are so strong
that it could smell in my soul
and let me sink in it.