Once it was a smile of happiness;
Of the joy brought by your passionate love and caress.
And now it is a smile of fighting tear;
Of the pain brought by the love you no longer feel.
What’s left to a man drifted, wounded gravely?
Left by his dear, the rest of his life so lonely.
He walked on further, posing his jubilant façade;
But underneath his charade, he is deeply sad.
Now is just a soul laid to despair and sorrow,
Trapped is a heart with a beating failing slow.
Now is just a man living his life aimlessly,
Prisoned is his mind couldn’t escape your memories.
