Smoke up a glimpse of heaven

We’re the only spark in the dark like a chandelier with no ceiling but the sky.

This moment is forever.
Even though each puff will take us further from together.

Come to think of it, love is like a cigarette. Burning at the tip of it but quick to burn out.
Like a cigarette, it may get you sick but you’ll never get sick of it.

Tablo my love…
I love every word that he wrote here.
And the MV makes me miss the taste of a cigarette on my lips.