All that is missing now is a painter
To sketch my dying breath
Narcissi _her favorite_ can’t be my savior
But maybe they can take my aching soul for a break
Her face seemed very far away
Yet, I could picture it on the mirror. A lot like myself,
If we were trees, our seeds would have been one
If we were fish, we would have been Yin and Yung
Pity you are not here
I would have hold you in my arms, smell your neck and count your pulse,
Like water floating in river, wild and clear
We’d dance in the streets like no one was near
I adored your scent, and race your blood to conquer your every part
Her skin, so soft that makes you think it’s a kiss sent from the heavens
Hair, silk that no butterfly would ever feel
Reflection of sun revealed what she had hidden in her eyes, those pearls
But now, even though you’re gone
I’m not shedding a million tear
And not blessing my wrist by a kiss of a steel
I have become a chair
One with the room
That cherry softwood that stands alone
In a corner of an empty room, only me, narcissi and you
Seems like forever we have stayed still
All until, I moved my mahogany legs
Head for the window that is gazing at the bay
God! What a lovely day
What a lovely day
