Cing Liang Yu

There's something different about the balm,
The smell is sharper, something dark
But it still burns so fresh

You haven't moved on, neither have I
We're just 'round and 'round until we both die
Something meloncholy on my flesh

I pity him, but at the same time
I'm envious, bitter as lime.
Something burning in my breast

Your party today, tomorrow there's snow
Just dont forget, things he doesn't know
Locked away inside my chest.

Maybe there's meaning, maybe there's not,
Carefully, check out what else you've got,
Check every page, but forget the rest.
No cage in sight, fly from your nest.