I know I'll leave a day sooner or later ,
But what about the places I've been ? ,
The loved ones I came across with ;
The memories I've made to cherish ? .

The wind dissolve in me or I'll with it ? ,
The fragrance of flowers I've smelled ;
Do I able to feel the feel what they felt ? ,
Will the moon watching at darkest night ,
Wait for me to look at her and her every shades she turned into . !


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