Was it yesterday when I met you in my dreams.
Where did you go?Why did you go?
I remember sitting by your side, pretending to hear you.
Now I miss the times I was near you.

Raindrops fall on the ground.
I miss your warm lap on which I slept on when I five.
Arguing about histories, politics, the wrong and the right.
Where did you go?

Can I pretend you didn't go
Can I pretend you didn't leave
Why should I not pretend that my dreams aren't the truth
Why can't I live in this fantasy
All my life?
Why did you go?


If I don't cry
Doesn't mean I don't miss you
I wish you didn't die
But, well ,that isn't....

Goodbye