It's like a picture,
it could never fade away.
It's like a torture,
I will never be okay.

She's like a flower,
who can see an eye to
with anything.
Of all the jewellry in the world
she only wore
her smile and nothing else. 
Nothing at all! 

She could've flipped her finger
like no one else.
She could've wave her hair
like no other girl.