Hello, my friend, the one who cares,
The one that's tormented my hairs,
For years,
and now your back.

The one who plays mesto piano,
And yet again repeats-
I'm shallow.

The one that's always there for me.
Thou hate him,
but you'll never see him dim.

The feelings lies deep down inside.
The meanings of which I can't find.
The days will never be the same.
I hope this time I strike the aim
for good!


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