I wonder if your care was ever true, In waking hours, I never knew. Our last words linger, lost in dreams, Where nothing is as real as it seems.
You gave me a mint, cool and sweet, But in the silence, we did not meet. If only I could hear your voice once more, To say goodbye, like before.
But dreams are fading, soft and slow, And now, my dear, I let you go.
The reason that I don’t say goodbye, because it hurts me. I rather let people say it first, then I will feel better. I’m selfish person, I’m sorry for that. This is real.