He has not returned
even today in the evening ,
the era has passed
without him,
he has not returned
he has been lost in someone's illusion,
as if in his own happiness,
he has not returned,
he has also been burned by his words ,
in my love,
he has not returned,
the flowers have withered in the spring afternoon
, just in imagination.
Will he not return,
is he in my world
Is he really happy?
Will he not return ,
as if the rain is falling in the autumn wind
Endlessly, in this winter?
Will he not return
life will not be filled with any divine message
never again in his shadow.
Will he not return,
he has traveled far in my imagination,
in his thoughts.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
He has not returned
even today in the evening ,
the era has passed
without him,
he has not returned
he has been lost in someone's illusion,
as if in his own happiness,
he has not returned,
he has also been burned by his words ,
in my love,
he has not returned,
the flowers have withered in the spring afternoon
, just in imagination.
Will he not return,
is he in my world
Is he really happy?
Will he not return ,
as if the rain is falling in the autumn wind
Endlessly, in this winter?
Will he not return
life will not be filled with any divine message
never again in his shadow.
Will he not return,
he has traveled far in my imagination,
in his thoughts.
