Don't tell me if you are sad because I finally get you.
I get you out of my mind.
I get lost.

I dream.
I dream on you.
I dream on you and also miss you.
I dream and meet you in the sky.
In the night, I am a star.
In the night, you are the moon.
We become a galaxy.
I dream.
One day, I hope get there, with you.
And I don't dream again.

When I got a new book,
I have found my favourite smells
and also remembered all about her.

We are poetry written with sadness and tears
I no longer miss you, and so do you
We become fear

And what if you still ask how I'm doing.
And I'm still waiting for you.
And we still hope the question
"How are you?"

A young bird learned to fly
Flapping its wings
The wind blew it away
The hunter shot him
Fall
So does his hope
He despaired
Life is too short for him