walking in the street corner wif strange pplbusily coming n going
u are no longer holding my hand
wif great care i hook ur finger
tears drop wif great care
there are a few matter u hiding from me
you finally open ur mouth
lightly say a word
tat we r stil friends
tears are like knife cutting through
know after separation
you dont feel sad,u are hapire than in the past
tal me how can i say those words of blessing out loud
is the past hapiness fading?
wan to ask u how u can hear losing me?
dont have to,by the ear
say u wil think of me again
you are happire than in the past
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