As days are slowly passing by,
i just can't think with our sullen goodbye.
you will be away from me for a while,
but for me it seems our distance is a mile.
missing you is simply an art of kissing blues,
tears will kiss my appled-cheeks.
caressing you in my arms will no longer be done,
for you will be away, away in my arms.
how can i live a life without you?
if my life has been already you?
will i be able to continue what life has offered me?
or simply appreciate the art of missing you?
