Years of solitude,
Short-lived euphoria.
Glancing at you,
The sparks in eyes turned to water drops,
And I called it Panacea.
My soul was your hostage,
For you smoked love in the walls of my breath.
Only If I could hear,
Your voice,
Which I named Panacea.
Your departure,
Bereaved me of everything that I ever owned,
For you were my only wealth.
And only belonging,
Which I declared Panacea.
Who determined our fate,
No one is to be blamed.
Let sleeping dogs lie,
Not get emotional about goodbye.
My Sun, in those shady storms,
I called you Panacea.