With each flick of time
was a yesterday passed.
With each pronunciation of the letters
are stories full of fun.
With every voice of your mouth
are songs cold tunes.
But what if one day you suddenly disappear,
What is the use of time flow
if only I could remember you passing by?
The pronunciation letters are used for you
served as a cry in the absence of my agony.
The cool laughs
has been replaced by deafening silence.
I endured a month,
this is my grief.
Every day you cling
in my brain and heart hurts
and hopes that the beginning will not disappear
even cut for another month.