Why there is an absence, a permanent vacuum in the place where you used to be always.
Life did not stop to look back whether you are still standing there or not nor me;
But I always have this tendency to look back;
If i can see you somewhere someday, when I walk on a crowded road;
I think that I will see you, I have this feeling since the day you left me and went away;
I see you in my dreams and there you told me you won't come back;
But why there is still a wait in my heart that I will see you someday, somewhere.
