A piece of my heart is gone
Forever floating in hyperspace
How many pieces can stray
Before empty shell remains

It’s like losing a lover
Who does not want to be lost
Searching in vain inside of you
Hopelessly trying to give life
To the memories

The thing about memories
They become weaker the more you live them
But your love never falters

You are afraid
Your life will dissipate
Like the memories
You trace his face with your mind
Breathing in the scent of nostalgia

Do you think about seeing him again
Have you established your afterlife

Do you feel a void in your soul
Do you want to fill that void?

Image credit: Girl on the couch (Pang Xunqin,1930)