I found your picture after the years, in a book
How could your face be so good on that page
The man was fighting with a giant, he was tired
He was shot before the next page
Stars like curious eyes, in the dark
The author was saying that the moon is mired down, like us
Missing you after the years is hurting
My heart is tearing like a paper
I was always fighting with a giant in this life
But I would want to die in your arms
We were falling when you look from the space
But actually we were rising from the world
We were happy when you look from a distance
But actually we were bleeding with love