3 PM, waiting for the dusk to come.
I have something to tell you but I can't.
So now it's all end up by a whisper I hope you hear.
From my deepest.
"I always hope we can meet again, someday..."
Here I do try not to think about that anymore, I swear. But still, those "why"s haunts me all the time. I hope you know, I'm okay and that's all I want to be. If you don't mind, please forget what've been happened before. Cheerio!