When the sky turns grey,
The life feels like sweetless dates.
It's only you that I want,
At all my ambivalent states.

So, Can I go where you go ;
Can I follow the rhythm of your breath?
Can you be the one I wanted you to be ;
Can you lead me to my death?

You can make me the reason of your smile,
But can you make me the reason of your tears?
Will my extant always matter to you,
Will 'the fear of losing me' would be one of your fears?.
~Hrez