I remember the lonely road,
walk with you during spring,
The sight of your closed eyes
when our lips meet.
This memories have left
a calligraphy on my heart.
In my room, your scent still
spread like the blue sky.
Your voice, still heard when
everything's gone to rest.
This memories have left
calligraphy on my heart.
My heart has been beautified
with lanes of sweet memories,
well written by your dimple smiles
Every little things you do
As left a calligraph on my heart.
Now you're far from me.
The sun as taken the ice
From the sea.
I now sail alone on this misty stream,
conforting myself with the
calligrapy you have left.
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