Echoes of Healing
Your voice sounds like music, which heals me when I'm sick
Remember those sweet lines that exist like fine wines
You are the black and white of my extraordinary life
In despair, I'm strong because I have you all along
But memories you created makes everything faded
Time heals the wound that broken into a doom
Soon... Yes... Soon
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