You are so far. But you can guess
How can I feel this loneliness.
You are so deep in head and arms,
But kilometres are arised.
I miss your eyes,
I miss your touch.
I hate the lines
And words of heart.
My hurt is calm,
But doesn’t matter.
I don’t need palm,
Which betrayed and flattered.
You are so far. And will be there.
I won’t come. I want be here.