...I have to go now...
I always have to go...
We go our separate ways through the portals of love
Truth was in creating, not the aftermath
Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life
But I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
Bittersweet stores, they always have no end
In the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend
Now I'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again...
Memories (A Tribute To Dream Dance) Vol. 14 Front @ Wind Of Buri
Cover Foto & Design