The soft fragrance my fingers touch,
feels like air that smells of roses.
I can feel the soft touch of melody,
see the feeling of being cut.

Troubled mind makes troubled soul,
yet I do not feel troubled at all.
I know the things that are in mind,
know the things I seek behind.

The soft breeze my eyes still see,
the soft touch my nose recalls,
the soft stinging my heart still feels,
it disappears in a moment's glow.

I know this feeling of being cut,
this feeling of being alone.
I know this life full with melodies,
this life without a remedy.

I recall the troubles of my mind,
the troubles of not being sure.
The thoughs that once made me so weak,
are now the reality that makes me strong.

The soft fragrance I still feel,
the soft feeling of melodies,
the soft warm glow of being loved,
it makes me feel full of love.