Now, it's like a distant memory
The thing we lived
An enigmatic knot in my throat
From those four days
Only an odd pain remained with me
And crazy missing of you
I even loved that liar look
in the eyes of yours
For you, I bore the feelings
of a mother towards his son
In your honey eyes
You don't know what I saw during those four short days
The chaos of the fake and the truth
Even so I missed your love
I missed your hands, your eyes
And I missed your burnt smell
While someone is living such a feeling
He walks on air as if he is completely
disconnected from the real life
This disconnection is a nice period
As real and natural as life
You know?
Maybe it was the best thing but we landed too soon
Now the thing that was half lived
is a knot on my throat
Among those four days
Only an odd pain remained with me
And crazy missing of you
Just a four-day thing
It was nice, lived and ended thought we
However, we loaded an emotional burden into our hearts
We broke, we fell down
Sometime flowers were out in our eyes
We turned every hope off
I missed the flowers
I missed anything we loved
I missed your hands, your eyes
And I missed your burnt smell