I am anxious hearing your answer
During this one hot summer
But I could feel the cold shoulder
Even though the today seems hotter
Why would you never talk to me again
Looking at the grass so plain
Wondering when those days are coming back
Where did I lack ?
What did I ever do to make you this way ?
What do I have to say ?
Such a long day .
For a long month of May .
Im really sorry
For this kind of Story .
What if... its because I just realized so late
Everytime I look at you , you seemed so berate.
It crushes me everytime as you started to fade .
To be honest Im afraid .
Talking to you again.
Because people around us complain .
I was afraid that you'll be hurt by them .
I guess you get the wrong theorem.
And left me in the darkness
With you it was full of craziness .
