The storm in my head ruins the garden that my soul holds "Why you left me?" This question always gives me warmth in the shivering colds I don't know why I have still kept all your letters in my diary folds You treated me and left me like nothing but trust me I always felt your presence like precious golds And yeahh i will ask daily the same question "will you ever come again"? Becuause ur memories always set the fire in garden that my soul holds