Everytime I wrote a poems
I always thought about you
I asked to the stars
Where you've been
I looked at the sky
Wishing you were looking at the same sky
I told the moon that
I was waiting for you for so long
Then
The wind came through my skin
and I wishing you were here
Holding me in your arms
Everything's so monotone since you were gone
Its just black and white
Its not colorful like it used to
I didn't even realize that my life was a good colorful painting
Til you were gone.