Ruddines of dawn is a soup in front of me
Sunflowers are across the road
Roses glowed, I have newspaper on my hand
Smell of an empty room is in the memories
Your quiet smile behind the window
Your unending sorrow is in the shadow of your eyelashes
So close, so fresh
I never considered you, amber
In the morning of the night which we fought
You put memories in your suitcase and went
The wind hurled two of us now
We didn't even come to half of way, yet
So close, so fresh
I never considered you, amber
Now, I wait for a sweet wind
Wish we could walk side by side, amber