In my brown I eyes, I kept him alive,
There is no stereotype between him and I.
I just wanna ask him, why is life so exhausting without you?
There is no love so divinely like his,
When I stare at the photographs,
I miss all those memories!
Where are you now, can you come a little closer to me?
Can I see you in those blossom across the street?
But if you wear my favourite pair of denim,
Maybe, I could uncover you with my love.