You're the remedy to every grief,
is there no other way out?
At least smile a little more,
then it'll be my last resort.
Waking up without you is hard.
Come on and ask dremas,
I've hardly come back to myself.
Put your hand on your heart and tell me.
She is not getting embarassed while looking into my eyes..
It ruins me.
While my dreams sink at the bottom of hell,
your hands are disappearing.
When your breakup steps on our wound,
it becomes a grief to my heart.
While I'm looking for a way to see the spring,
our winter is passing harsh.