Angel eyes, soft sighs, pierce the morning dew.
Every time I close my eyes, I still see you.
Bright was the light that shone through the dress that you wore.
Your smile was the answer to my dreams,
But nothing appears as it should first be.
Night is always night, but the Moon hides her face when you’re near.
Gold is the colour for you, my friend,
Each to each; a different end.
Life is a line, to each a different time, and someday you will find...
(?the right one)