Still I can smell her perfumes
Different with the changes of her moods
Like the changing shades of her looks
With different stories in between
Still I can see her dancing
With arms clinging around her lovers
Steps in and steps out in rhythm
With different scripts in between
Still I can hear her words
Decorated nicely like fairytales
Driving the lovers crazy
With different tunes in between
Still I can feel her dilemma
Not sure of her choices
Swinging only like the pendulums
Between insanity and hope
11th November’ 2018