More effort to forget our love than to.
Erase my figure from your mirror, could you?
We've built our end on fear, collapsed carousels beneath.
I could read your prediction from a shimmer in my tears,
I can sense my love is your curse,
Travel a thousand miles away to escape,
You found your peace in silence, but are burdened with a lotus.
My heart exists beating now, my flesh alive in the present,
Tomorrow I'm uncertain of what's to come, I rather not know...