How can you teach the heart to forget?
The face, the voice it yearns each day,
To rise with sunshine, not regrets,
And thoughts of you all swept away.
How can one teach this foolish heart?
What rules be made for it to follow?
For it decides where to depart
And there, the Mind refuses to go.
The face, the voice it yearns each day,
To rise with sunshine, not regrets,
And thoughts of you all swept away.
How can one teach this foolish heart?
What rules be made for it to follow?
For it decides where to depart
And there, the Mind refuses to go.
