Parts of our way
Prove so many differences
Some just show us the illusion
Some is just a prediction
I'm thinking of you
Day and night long to you
Hearts of anything we ever had
Now feels like a dessert in an island
We've got too much talk
But so little to give
We never had have to stop
And now I'm regretting
Maybe the sky is colored blue
Maybe the rain will never pour up
Maybe I'm just too much missing you
Maybe we should never be apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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