on the chair I sit at the right part
never my head bowed,
because I look around window,
look forward to your face that I like,
all different now,
not all my control, though I myself not be changed,
because the feeling still same untill now.
but now I don't have a reason, to stare at the window, though it is the same sense of me,
Let the window it becomes part of my memory.
walk with your feet,
I'll keep look at the whiteboard,
And i wont disturbing someone,
Although there are different without you.
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