I have no memory of you br Of neither arrival nor your departure br Just a few moon beam cut words br And a gale that touches nothing br But the rain in my heart. br I might not want to remember br How you write me with water br How the grass flower bends br In the early dawn and br How I close my eyes br In your lazy warmth. br I have no memory of br Neither pain nor poetry br Just the heartbeat of a butterfly br In a dying storm.