Can't give up memories
there was this smile
cool breeze
and thousant of roses growing
I've never been so sure
in my own existence
under the blue skies
Everything was full
of passion as we
eroticised
all the steps on our path
making a wrap on it
seducing each other
with pure hedonistic joy
we made a beautiful trance
reflecting through pain
a symphony
that reached its end
cold and lonesome