Here I am again,
writing a bitter words.
I seem coward to share with others.
Until, it will become a letter on my notebook.

Friend, why are you so hard to reach again?
Before, I can reach you too close.
But my naive heart is weak to fight for you.
Will I just repeat our memory again?

How long will end this grief feeling of mine.
How long will the tears dry up in my eyes.
How long will I accept that it's gone.
Is there really no hope my friend?