Sometimes when we reminisce the past
There is a slight pain we feel deep inside
When we remember that special someone
Whom we take notes on everything about...
I wonder where they gone
The one with the piercing eyes
When we glance back
Only the warmth remains…
Is it only half of the world
That seems to be feeling the same way
When the leaves takes turn to become gray
Only the commited one rejoices the glory…
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