Jan 4, 2022
Yes, old is gold
Under the sunlight,
I feel the warmth of you holding me.
And I remember all those words that you said.
As I recollect all the moments that we spent together,
Here cames the twilight inviting the moon.
Under the moonlight, though I know that I have to sleep now,
I lay down on my bed with my pillow,
seeing the stars blinking at me.
As I try to count the distance between us now,
I make every effort to hold back my silent tears.
Yet once again I lose once again.
I miss you, miss, those old and golden days and I miss myself.
Love you to the infinite times of to the moon and back.
