As I Sllu Miss You
Is there still a little smile from you ... At the limit of my waiting, which is now stumbling
If there's still room in your heart
For me, just a little, please talk
On stretched land
In the shady trees
And a wind that stirs pride
At least so there is a sign that I can read and touch
Don't be lonely attending
Don't be fake frozen
Because I always walk towards you, Who is eager for Your coming.
