Sounds like it's too late
To remember all the fun I had.
Sounds like it's too late
To remember that I held your hand.
Sounds like it's too late
To remember : when we used to walk
In the garden of the shades
I was the puppet of your game.
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Sounds like it's too late
To remember how we used to stare.
Sounds like it's too late
To pluck the rose and hold our hands.
Sounds like it's too late
To look back and feel all the shame.
Your lotus smells too perfect
Where rotten roses fade away...
[Dedicated to : The Crush's Wine]