Again, and again.
This silent, quiet night.
Make my mind go through the pasts.
My childhood, when not much things to think, when I can have comfortable sleep.
My school times, when friendships formed, when many things I can learn from my friends, when my best friends come out and enter my life, when the only thing I think is only study, when fun occurs almost every day.
Now, there will be no those things again, too much things to think of, not a comfortable sleep that I have, lonely, and alone.
There, there my buddies, should I just make the clones of you? To kill this feelings of lonely and missing? Not even a single thing can bring back our time just like back then...
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