fret

There is anxious to imagine me crying with me when I feel pain like an unconscious heart when I miss

I watched the time go by, remembering our past love, which I still remembered as Ialu

In the story of a whispering heart

as if time continues to persuade a love story that has been intertwined reminding in solitude

in itself longing to complain with the heart in a prayer

I miss you

tempted when we were first