And when my shadow died
I saw your broken face…
You feel like you’re alone,
But that is my embrace –
My flowers in the sky
And shiny swallowed tears;
My lips can’t reach your eyes,
But whisper to your fears…


And when my dreams come false
In your imagination,
I’ll cross this mirror wall –
What’s left of your creations…
And skinny yellow blame
Will break the road to find,
When was my face deleted…?
When did my shadow die…?