Have you ever seen the color of memories
Sang in a bitter sweet symphony
Have you ever smelt the scent of melancholy
Blowing in the dark lonely sky

I have met them both
In the memorial of youth
A photo of me and you and everybody
Smiling against sea change in reality

Splash, I drop a bowl of tears
To mourn over the dead years
Those years I had been in paradise
I learned the shape of hell
It is nothing but a feeling
When I was exiled