Looking at that bright star
I saw your face and beautiful smile
Something come out in my mind
It is our past when you are still mine.
Faking a big smiley face
You see nothing and no grace
But when I smile truthfully
They look at me like I'm lovely.
Hoping we can still be together
Like before, we are helping each other
But I know, past is past
You dont want it to be discuss.
Yesterday might be a history
Tomorrow might be a mistery
Everyday or today is a gift of what we call present.
But I can be with you every single second.
I miss you...
