Like a child thirst
for his mom's milk.
Like a flower lust
for the pure dew.
Years turned into decade.
I still wish that wasn't
your last smile to me.
Every night before my eyes sleep,
I say a prayer for you.
Wishing and hoping,
till you smile at me,
your undutiful son again.
for his mom's milk.
Like a flower lust
for the pure dew.
Years turned into decade.
I still wish that wasn't
your last smile to me.
Every night before my eyes sleep,
I say a prayer for you.
Wishing and hoping,
till you smile at me,
your undutiful son again.
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