A lot of people told me
When you passed away
That I may have lost one good soul
But the sky gained another angel

I promised you before you took your last breath, I will look for you
I will make you fall in love with me again, whatever it takes
I will not get tired

But I am getting tired,

"How high do I  have to be before I can say I already am in the sky?"
"How far do I have to reach before I can say that I am already touching a cloud and not just mere water and air?"
"How high is the sky?"
"How far do I have to fly before I meet you again?"


*And as I take my last breath, I knew, the sky is not too far