A second after you left
I sat silently on the porch of the house
Tells about you to the night sky
About our past
About the sweetness of our romance
The star shines brightly as if jealous of me who owns you.
Until the second story to this time
"When you go"
Overcast night began to cry and the sky began to shout.
The boisterous wind seemed to describe my feelings
The story that was once beautiful was bright as the light of a star
Now lost without shadow like was swallowed by the night
At the end of this story, I tell the wind
"Tell me, if she is tired, return her here, I will always be there to take care of her"
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