images go blur while the feeling goes real
i told myself
10 years' gone by...

time is just an illusion for me
hollowing me out by filling me with daily routines
photos in the frame
remind me of the emptiness inside
 
some scars can be smoothed
can pain deep in one's heart be healed somehow?
when your warmth is absent
how can i hold my feeling of your existence?

I was young, but now am I mellow
I failed to read the stories in your eyes
but I've been brave enough to tell a story of mine
a story without you