In The Shadow Of Your Smile,
There’s Still The Same Invitation Of Yours.
In The Mysterious Pond Of Your Eyes
There’s Still A Silent Invitation Of Yesterday
Every Single Thing About You
Seems To Suggest “o, Let’s Start Again.â€
Every Single Trait Of You
Seems To Cry Out A Revival.
But Deep Inside Me…
I Feel Like Everything Is Burnt To Ash
And Lost To Oblivion.
I’m Afraid To Think Of Yesterday.
I Feel So Sceptic That Game To Play Anew
I Have Lost The Arena A Lacerated Warrior,
The Scar Has Not Been Healed Yet…
So Please, Ask Me Not To Start Again
Urge Me Not To Go On