I still see her
Picking flowers for her mother and father
Whites and yellow ones
Always bringing tons and tons of those

I still remember this blue sky
These clouds passing by
The acknowledge of pain
It was so vain

For her mommy, it feels like yesterday
But for her it's way more far away

It's weird to admit
It consume me from the inside till the last bit
It's sticking me to the bone
That we were actually the same person