Broken in stones,
Torn in left pages,
Flown out in winter breeze,
I still have those living memories.
Washed out in mess of dust,
Punched out from the known circuits,
Wounded in the lost world,
I still bare marks of those living memories.
All done for my love perished,
All counted by foes,
Broken will not be repaired,
The scars you have ploomed with those living memories.
Every such moment when it comes,
Every valentine when people cheer,
I get drowned in deep waters,
All lost for me with those living memories…