As the summer breeze brushes the grass and the leaves above the oak tree of this beautiful fields, it feels like I'm back at the old days...I'm back to when i was still happy with you beside me.
I look up and stared at this big oak tree where we once sat. I took my pen and paper out,filling the pages with memories we once make in this very field.
I still can see your smile clearly, I can still hear your laughs at the back of my head, I can still feel your lips on my cheeks, I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine.
I can still feel your presence,my love. And if I can turn back time I should've turn back at the place where you were last seen. I shouldn't have left you while the trees were dancing and the sky is crying.
I should have.
I shouldn't.
But I can't turn back time where you're still there.
I can only cherished and look back at the stories we have written together.
Because after all this years I never ever thought of letting go of your hand again, my love.
