Now a mourning
Outskirts of the land
Barren and lonely
I cannot attend though
Too far but very close to me
Today in my heart and forever!
That’s not the end of life
It is the morning sun
Even in the sky of lights
Like a moon that is too bright
To my mind although it night!
We will meet again
Somewhere in the sky
Someone may see us talking
Or riding a bike
Would you be there waiting for me?
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