The sweetest perfume of the moon deceives me
A feeble memory of time that was
Comes to light
In those days where my everything came true
I met you on my way
No colour
No passion
No taste
And I would rather fall asleep
Blown never wake up 'till the dusk has come
I breathe and stare at my past days
As empty as a hollow cloud
While the future draws my mind
As a white light that blinds my eyes
A sense of dullness reigns in our existences
The long time passed living together
Was made of nothing
The ticking of time marked only by days
