you were there in my dream
you told me you had changed your number
your smile was no longer warm to me
i miss your short hair
sometime i had a feeling that you are just sitting right behind me at the end of my bed
that position
i won't cry if you will never open your heart to me anymore
i will let the tears run out inner my heart
let them to become blood runs through my body
and i will run madly under the sun
so they will become sweat
to evaporate
towards the sky
i hope you are doing well
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