the feeling you get when your loved ones live far far away
written from long time ago
Good morning, my beautiful city
I wake up to, my age of eighteen
See the busy street, through the window beside my bed
Start missing you, right from the moment I stretched my back
March twenty-ninth, the prettiest day of my life
Since that day we met , you lit me up inside
It’s killing me, when I hear the rain outside
Wanna hug you but, I can only hear your voice
Cuz I hope you could get beside me
I wished you were here
I thought the world would always be the way it should be