The sun is orange hue when it's about to die
During the moments when he bid me his goodbye
The sound of the ocean waves and chirping birds is my reply
I did not speak for I don't want to say another lie
As the sun completely hid behind the darkness of the night
I tried to convince myself that my feelings were alright
Now I walked my way towards the cold sea to be out of sight
I go deeper and deeper because I don't want to see tomorrow's light
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
The sun is orange hue when it's about to die
During the moments when he bid me his goodbye
The sound of the ocean waves and chirping birds is my reply
I did not speak for I don't want to say another lie
As the sun completely hid behind the darkness of the night
I tried to convince myself that my feelings were alright
Now I walked my way towards the cold sea to be out of sight
I go deeper and deeper because I don't want to see tomorrow's light
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