The warmth of your arm.
Hearth my calm.
A breeze whistle in heart.
And I forget my past.
Under the sky of star, No scar.
And a guitar, though I play bizarre.
But that’s where it’s me, No one to judge or to make prejudice about us.
We walked a long path, And I don’t know from where did we start.
It’s time to be apart with our heavy heart.
And we divert our road with memories over load