The only piece I still can grip with my hands are the pieces of the memories of your heart
Not the same old songs anymore
Waking eyes, I would die to see that again
The only thing that still can fit in my heart are the pieces of the memories of your smile
Not the same old songs anymore
Your excuse, I could die to hear that again
Waking the sheets in your bed, the smell of your hair,
It's all gone now for sure
Why you? all of those tapes has played out it's role now
Just a single breeze of your life