I L J
Smell of cardamom
Smell of the fires
They told me you were lying still
I can't hear their lies
You know
I've grown up with your voice
Telling chinese fairy tales
You put some drops
On my front
While closing your eyes
It's another way to feed me with these memories
You were the one to release me from an opaque world these days
It was another way to feed them to cause you pain
Who could have been the one to release you
From an opaque world these days
I L J
Within days
The sad decay
Made you lose your innocence
You took the inner consequence
The smell of rotten bodies
The smell of the rotten mind
And every time you breath
You feel completely out of place
I know it's hard to accept
That we are born this way
I would have loved to release you from the opaque world these days
Just before the war as your soul was as pure as mine
