You're a tourist in my heart's land,
But you give too much reminiscence.
Your eyes, your body, your voice has become my elegy,
When you left me.
If we never meet again,
My memories of you still remain.
This heart still waiting for you,
And I realized, that I miss you.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
You're a tourist in my heart's land,
But you give too much reminiscence.
Your eyes, your body, your voice has become my elegy,
When you left me.
If we never meet again,
My memories of you still remain.
This heart still waiting for you,
And I realized, that I miss you.
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