Whenever i am cleaning the traces of memories it wont go away!
I smashed all what you have said one after another
This is not a dream, blatantly it is the truth
my heart has already burned
why i am still loving
i am not regretful
and the reason is,,
the irresponsible vane, hours are not passing
those smelling winds in the street, waiting for their lovers
it is not such a luck, look what it is doing
it is harvesting (cutting) separation from the field of love