Final curtain call.
The eyes you've seen are not mine,
The line you crossed isn't invisible,
The bitter taste of karma is sour yet devine,
Your heart beats to a melody so clearly as if in stereo,
I can still see her impression on your lips,
Her scent on your breath,...
The line you crossed isn't invisible,
The bitter taste of karma is sour yet devine,
Your heart beats to a melody so clearly as if in stereo,
I can still see her impression on your lips,
Her scent on your breath,...