A song of mourning, two lives passed by, you are the thought I hold in the palm of my hand, the obsession hanging on the tip of my heart, and the dream that is out of reach.
Everyone in the world talks about love, hate, anger and infatuation, but you allow me to be deeply in love.
Can you play a song for me in the next life? I just hope it will no longer be a human delusion.
Intention: I want to see you and hug you, that's all.