I think I forgot how to smile.
Like a long past I love you.
I guess it’s okay for a while,
but not a long past adieu.

I really try to remember.
Even when all I want to do is watch the dying stars,
but it's a cold December.
Oh well, I guess there to far.

With a look that reflects apathetic,
I remain plain.
Its rather poetic,
or merely insane.

If only I knew how to smile.
Would you utter I love you.
I know it only for a while,
but this can't be adieu.