sitting on the couch
with the coffee stain you left
flutted by how you said
"come with me" in a low wishper
no more space left on my mind
I couldn't stand the long rain
I miss you
as always
your head resting on my lap
and you looking at me with your brown hair
that moment was saved inside my whole body
the songs I made for you
where would they flow away
would they remain as a popular song
just like the day, I went to see you
with roses in my hand
but you didn't show up
