I tried to say my honest reflection, But the words are still not bare. I tried to change my peripheral, But still in blinding sunshine, And never has been discerned. The feeling is unbearable Though I never hollered. But shared much weariness.
Everyday I see you more, Let's say I need you more. You brought smile once Then now, I just can't. Now I wished more, More than the talk we talked, More than your perception. More than reality.
I wished to be older, Then I'd be appropriate for you, Then we'll be in same generation, When that Sir is more than gone.