The petals of our love have withered away
I live in the memoirs of those days where heart was gay.
Days which were filled with umpteen number of things somehow related to you
Days which are fresh in my memory as morning dew
I long for such days to come back
The world knows: your presence is what i lack
I must not lose hope,
For there is always a reason for everything
I believe my heart will sing again
The song that is long forgotten
And that, It is now being re written
With an ink which cannot be erased
For it is time to go out and feel the breeze
That carries the scent of his
