The Paintress

The voice I used to hearA dream unwritten downAlone in the cold of dawnForgotten the warmth I used to feel

Lingering scent of citrus notesDrowned in suffocating smokesAwaiting the day we rosesEven after we became an ashes

If I can be the one that hold brushI'll paint the world where the two of usDancing under the sweet sunny cloudsWith floating silk drapes of the blue skiesWe'd walk through all of the seven heavensTouch the stars and the unknownsHanging gardens with river of milkWhere the sunlight never rests

The dream I still desireA voice unwavering stillEmbracing the warmth of duskRemembered what I have lived for

Wuthering scent of pearl and rosesCasted all the suffocating liesWill arrive the day the ashesSoaring through the mercy we flourishes

If I can be the one that hold brushI'll paint the world where the two of usDancing under the sweet sunny cloudsWith floating silk drapes of the blue skiesWe'd walk through all of the seven heavensTouch the stars and the unknownsHanging gardens with river of milkWhere the sunlight never rests

We will sleep under the twilightWith honey drips from our lipsThe nebulas and its sistersSparkles deep inside our eyes

Let us then hold our brush togetherWe'll paint the universe eternityRunning around the valley of liliesWith our laughters echoes through the starsYou and I will never be partedEven after eons passedReaching out to past and the futureWith moonlight that never rests