Our memories have no wrinkles, but you ended them with leaving

You are a wisp of my obsession

The hair that entangles me is broken

I thought I had matured several times

I thought I had started hibernation

You are a wisp of my obsession

The hair that entangles me is broken

I thought I had matured several times

I thought I had started hibernation

I'm not that bored to argue with you

I'm not that smart without an apology

I want to go back to our origin

Forget sometimes that we have some great music artists here on Lens