Time has passed so fast
Just like the seagull doing their migration
Moving from beach to beach
Across the sea
Trough the wind
Even people can change by the time
But look at those wilted flower
Why does we still called it flower?
Altough the flower has wilted
We still picturing as the flower still bloom
Feeling that ever exist still remains
What we feel inside was so real
We both have rights to be happy
If you're feel happy,
I'll be the first one who happy for you
Allow me to continue to admire you
Until you won't let me anymore
And let me say
"Thank you for finding me"
Maybe the person who I like it's you,
But I’m affraid it’s you who only exist in my imagination
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
Time has passed so fast
Just like the seagull doing their migration
Moving from beach to beach
Across the sea
Trough the wind
Even people can change by the time
But look at those wilted flower
Why does we still called it flower?
Altough the flower has wilted
We still picturing as the flower still bloom
Feeling that ever exist still remains
What we feel inside was so real
We both have rights to be happy
If you're feel happy,
I'll be the first one who happy for you
Allow me to continue to admire you
Until you won't let me anymore
And let me say
"Thank you for finding me"
Maybe the person who I like it's you,
But I’m affraid it’s you who only exist in my imagination
