Jet black hair, like rain.
So smooth, and smells so pleasant.
Gently touch my skin.
...
Here I am thinking
watching the smoke in my mug
now, I miss your hug...
...
Broken Memory
Broken memory
hit my head out of the blue
I remember you...
Like a fairytale
those days that we're together,
but it's just over...
Our story's next page
cut and run out of idea,
it's our dilemma...
Don't know the ending
would it be happy or sad?
Treasure what we had...
Sometimes I wonder
if the love we found now fades
if our lover's gone...
They fall out of luv
can we fix each other's heart?
Girl, won't you take part?