Missing is the night that I walk through
Missing is the spring I shouldn't wait for
Miss is the flame I steal
In this way, it is clear that the destruction is not near or far away
Lonely to a certain time, crazy become the only language
Separated to a certain time, thought that the pain will be invisible
When the smile you pour out slowly settles
And your tenderness and everything rise in my heart
Miss is the past you forget
Miss is the feeling that you lock me up
Missing is the world you betray
As long as you put it here, you won't be found
0 Questions
Ask a Question
Your email address will not be published.