He lives silently inside of me
I can hear his lullaby but it's not his voice
Like the falling leaves of a sleeping tree
And a few letters of nostalgia words
He took my heart and I can't have it back
I'm not even sure if it's broken
I hold on thoughts of a lovely past
I wish life wouldn't have stole him
Sometimes I imagine how our life would be
If we haven't changed paths
Does our love would still live?
Or separation was always a fact?