And it comes in waves, the memories, as I close my eyes tonight. I see your portrait. I know for sure that we’re gonna meet, again, like the previous nights.
Our meeting may not be long, nor it is short. It may not be exciting, we may not remember that we used to have endless talks about every single thing in the world... but I know you’re gonna be there. Even in short clips, or a little glimpse, my eyes will always catch your shadow.
I might not be awake, but I know I’ll see you soon.
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