The eve smells lavender and mint -
You've always been sophisticate.
Your liquid world is blown by wind,
And in its waves you oscillate.
I feel your hands both warm and cold,
Your heavy breathing strikes the wall -
Don't speak to me, don't speak at all -
While I can hold you, I can hold...
Such fabulous it seems - to feel
The word, that's never ever said.
We can not reach each other still,
But I can stilly hold your hand.
While I can hold your hand
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