Don't go out of my sight,
I'll be a helpless confidant then.
Don't go far out of my hold,
I'll forget the touch of your hand.
These days will be missed,
where we saw blossoming flowers.
Old world will shatter,
because of your departure.
Days where we were innocent,
Days where we lost our motions.
Days where we were spelled by our voices.
Days where we didn't know how to define arrivals.
All emotions will come to a halt,
Taken aback by this very specific thought.
Though we met in a hurry,
Life still gave us chance.
And now memories gonna play,
a stereotypic romance.....
I'll be a helpless confidant then.
Don't go far out of my hold,
I'll forget the touch of your hand.
These days will be missed,
where we saw blossoming flowers.
Old world will shatter,
because of your departure.
Days where we were innocent,
Days where we lost our motions.
Days where we were spelled by our voices.
Days where we didn't know how to define arrivals.
All emotions will come to a halt,
Taken aback by this very specific thought.
Though we met in a hurry,
Life still gave us chance.
And now memories gonna play,
a stereotypic romance.....
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