The Light from Our Reminiscence:
In this barren land, Who is to stop the hurricane approaching me?
I felt for your hand, but illusion fooled me. I run from our tangles of mess and bliss surrounding the wind,
Wishing I was in a dream And someone will save me from hearing my scream.
Our love is obscured From the shadows of judgements from them,
As I walk blindfolded in this treacherous dream. I want to reach and heal your wounds.
Fate makes it harder for me As I follow our memory's trail and journey towards the end in a whim.
But the anguish of waves crash on me, The melancholic tears of the clouds pour on me,
The smell of a burnt nature coughs me up.
But I promise
To find my way back to you,
With our memories.