Monday, I'm waiting
Tuesday, I'm still waiting to see
See, see, see if you are fine
Wednesday, you are still not here
Neither morning nor later
Thursday is also empty
Friday, Saturday or Sunday
None of the day that you will come back to be in our old days
The day that I meet you
The day that we held your hands
The day that I loved you
The day that I spoke to you
The day that you listened to me
How long it will be like this?
I don't know
How many months or years?
How many billions of our past memory?
I never don't miss you
A little thing called love
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