Launchorasince 2014
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1825th of Days

One thousand eight hundred twenty fifth of days
Forty three thousand eight hundred hours
I'm still waiting for your reply.

One hundred fifty seven million six hundred eighty thousand
I counted every second
I'm in our old meeting place

Out of one thousand eight hundred twenty fifth of days of sickness
A day of lovesickness is the most bitter one
Is waiting in vain?

In forty three thousand eight hundred one hours,
You finally came.
I know you're coming.

I saw a shadow
careful, gentle but cunning
I glance up
Realizing...
Waiting is worth it.

Wind blew its warmness
I can't feel anything cold
now that you're near.

Cherry blossoms
They're beautiful
but not as beautiful as you.

Don't ever mention you are not enough
You may not be the air I breathe,
but you are my sunset and sunrise
You may not be my blood
but you are my favorite chocolate dip
My lollipop
I will be depress once you're gone.

Now tell me, aren't you enough?
You are worth 5 years.