Day in and day out
Sunday changed week
The moon keeps changing
Years also keep changing
But what I'm waiting for is
Never present in this eye
Is he really gone?
And won't come back again?
I can only continue to wait
And keep hoping in the heart
Hopefully he will be me later
Can meet me this
I can only continue to miss
While occasionally I cry wistfully
Because not strong enough to bear longing
The stuff in this is heart