What am I going to do?
When all I have left is a broken soul,
Reaching out for inks,
Hoping that you could still be on papers,
Just like how you're engraved on my heart.
What am I going to do?
When all I have left are broken pieces of memory,
Reaching out for those that have faded,
Hoping that I could remember us for life,
Just like how I love you.
