When I wake up this morning, somehow I think of you. Thinking of you in so many ways that I don’t think that I could ever recall in any ordinary days. I see your shadow through the people I passed on the streets, on the corners where we use to be. And when I walked across the fallen purple flowers trying to ignore the illusion, everything was still almost the same, except you, you were not there. When your shadows start to fade away and my tears has run out dry, why does my heart still feel like this? Bruised and missing you so bad. And I have to wait until the night falls down bluring your shadow like it use to be.
Ashita no mitsu sannen desu. Koibito, ogenki desu ka?
Aduuu sampe segitunya :shy: :shy:
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