The last scent..
of disappointed heart
a scalable suffer..
longing for a warmth ..
one that seems will never come
The winter’s slowly residing
yet the coldness remains
a shallow binding by the sunlight
a deep tears from the moon shadow

A fragile thing called heart
what is it inside ?

I’m missing the wind
one whom bound to the freedom
I’m missing the feeling again

Feel.. feeling.. I can’t remember what it was..
And you, heart,.. have we met before ?
Seems like you know me ?
Even though I can’t recall to remember you ..

Not at all …