I know she will not be in my life, why she is one of my parts of life.
I know she will not come to cure my pain, why she is one of my pains.
I know she will not come to fill the hole of my heart, why she excavated the hole.
I know she will not give me a lift, why she made me drunk.
I know she will not be a doctor, why she made my heart bleeding.
I know she will not shade a single drop, why she made me shade ocean.

I know she will not open the window, why I see my goddess through the window.
I know she will not wear Shari for me, why I see my angel on her.
I know she will not talk to me, why her voice is my music.
I know she will not look at me, why her eyes are my lights of life.
I know she will not remember me, why she is my memory.

I know she will not be my victory, why she made me a gladiator.
I know she will not give me reward, why she made me running.
I know she will not offer me water, why she made me thirsty.
I know she will not cook for me, why she made me hungry.
I know she will not be my shore, why she made me sea.
I know she will not be my shade, why she made me tired traveler.
I know she will not be my diamond, why she made me coal.

I know she will not be my morning, why she made me night.
I know she will not play guitar for me, why she made me strings.
I know she will not be my lens, why she made me optical.
I know she will not be my napkin, why she made me cry.
I know she will not be my sugar, why she made me sweet.
I know she will not be my cream, why she made me pastry.

I know she will not cry for me, why she made me die.