Her skin illuminates like the reflection of the moon
Smell of camellia sways with her deep blooded hair
Yet standing there like a fragile child

Picking up my cold heart with her warm hands
Press against my chest and holding on
Tears running from her eyes but she cracked a smile

Caring and loving as if she is my wife
Holding my hands and laid her eyes upon mine
Her hazy eyes pierce into my mind

Bringing up endless pain of broken hearts
She whispered gentle words into my ear:
“You should not be wavering by lost sight of me but by my love for you, as you loved for me”