A day seems like thousand years to me
Watching my own position replaced by a stranger.
To my appealing mood,
A heart of stone ought not to be hardened.
When was the last time you showed me that love you promised?
When exactly was the last time we shared our thoughts together as one?
Just like strangers in a room, we maintain a huge silence throughout the day.
Controlling my emotion is a very big pain I choose not to bear anymore.
When was the last time you whispered a love poem to my ears?
When exactly was the last time you consoled and amended my bleeding heart?
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