it's 5am
the moon is still awake
the birds sings
and the cold wind blows
over the silence
the rooster crows
and i smell
the sweet fragrance
of grasses
and i don't mind
if it's dark or cold
i have to see you
before you go home
to tell you goodbye
before i'll miss
your lips
your hugs
and your eyes
i hope by 6am
when you go
when we separate
our ways
you'll miss me too