We turned around but we're still far.
Our conversations never end.
As we wrote about how we met.
In a perfectly text-world we live in.
Follow me as we held hands.
To the city we talked about.
See the festive lights turning bright.
Filled with flowers that bloomed.
Tried the Risk of being absent.
Everyday seems inevitably lost.
Nothing makes harder for us.
Than having to wait for hope to shine.
One day we find some time
To have our routes assigned
Our missions are undone.
I drew a line on the map.
So you'll never ended up lost.
Promise we meet someday.
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