Memories haunt me like an mirage
Memories of those beautiful evening,of those yellowish lane
The marks of our beautiful stain
You were mine
Just as a kiss in a cup of wine
Which cord is there to tie you up?
Which chain is there to remind you of mine?
Love is intense,love is blind
But that was your fantasy,not mine
My love was real,just like empyreal
You can leave it but not decline
May be he loves you more than me
May be he holds your hand more passionately
Which grows day by day,
Which is enough to steal you from me
He can blame me,but not my love
You were my bliss of heart,not any stuff
Even it is painful to say you "good bye"
I have to say "good bye"
I hate to say "good bye"
But those memories
Still break me bit by bit
