In cloudy day I bid farewell
To the café we used to talk
In rainy day I say goodbye
To the streets we used to walk
The sketch of our days
Color by laugh as much as anger
The tender unforgettable fight
The jokes and the sensual moans
I cut all my favorite scenes
Put them together in a new folder
Give a name and a tag
To forget but not to forget
This picture I will see it more
As close as the heart beat
and as far as the blue sky
But still, I whisper yearning
Softly as the morning breeze
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