I remember once you told me
You kept thinking about me days after I left you
You asked me if I was the same
I told you, I was okay
But the truth is
I was also not okay at all.

Now, if I asked you whether you’re doing good without me
The answer will be
You are now completely fine, no harm, no hideous feeling
starting a new happy life,
I guess

we're not getting any younger
but we're still twenty-below
maybe when we slightly older
we will meet again
i can't wait to be older, then

my mind still catches your silhouette
haunting around my brain core
causing trouble to nerve that speciffically went to a total damage
of sending "it's time to move" message
to my whole body

my heart had being turned off
after i've psyched myself
of full long term commitment
that best day of my life-since

my double black eyes still searching for you
in the crowd of blurry people,
in my favorite city (used-to)
that back of you vision still lingers
through every corner of the street

in the end, what i'm trying to say is
**don't close the door, please?