it's like a tangle infiltrating into my brain, deeper and deeper
these 572 days are damn tiring
i'm sick of everything happened
i miss my father's steady gait
i miss having breakfast at home
i miss my family swimming time
i miss my high school friends
i miss swinging on someone's hand, without any worry.
if i could ask something...
i would like to have time machine,
and going back to time when everything was simpler
it's all because i'm falling down
-sad me
i miss having breakfast at home
i miss my family swimming time
i miss my high school friends
i miss swinging on someone's hand, without any worry.
if i could ask something...
i would like to have time machine,
and going back to time when everything was simpler
it's all because i'm falling down
-sad me