Oh, I'm floating,
floating in blue.
My bare skin is engulfed in your blue.
If I become a stone within flowers,
oh dear, forget me not.
Remember me time to time—
but not enough to consume your time.
Don't look for me,
yet you will find me in the sun
that shines through your glasses.
You'll find me in the daisies that bloom on graves.
You'll find me in the trail of salty water
that flows down your cheeks.
Oh, you'd surely find me in the cats that cross your path.
Or maybe I'd just be present
in your far-off memory—
'cause never in your heart.
Remember me time to time—
but not enough to lose track of time.
Just enough to forget me not.
'Cause I'd not forget you,
even when I die.
Not when my lungs are filled with maggots.
Oh, wouldn't they be surprised
when they reach my heart?
To find out it's not mine,
As much it is yours.
But if you ever step onto the grounds
that I've been buried in...
oh, they would know.
They would know whom my soul craved for.
And they'd gaze in awe.
They'd gaze with love
the way I had gazed once upon a time through my blurry eyes.
They would realise
that death didn't salvage my pain.
They would realise
it only prevented more from coming.
Remember me time to time—
but not enough to make you visit me.
'Cause I'm afraid you might feel
the hint of pain you had caused me.
You might feel the agony
you put me through.
Oh dear,
How oblivious could you be?
To hurt me?
The honey you've given me with your poison,
Has killed me
Remember me time to time—
but not enough to forget time.
