This is not my day;
Or the day that I want to live;
The day that I have so much to say;
But it’d end like them who's on the grave;
Why you so far away from me;
Leave me here without anything;
But the thought that is killing me;
And all I can do is doing nothing;
I lie if I say these eyes not tears;
And it full with a whole of fear;
Like the whispering demon in my ears;
Should I ignoring all and call my dear;
What a promise! that I had swore;
What a mouth! that I had spoke;
For you who I adore;
I wish that promise was a joke;
Oh my dear angel;
My heart and my soul;
I miss you so;
