I was on the plane desperately
flying over to New York
with tired wings.
As I think that
two hundred fifty
passengers are perfect
strangers of mine
I'm getting miss you ever more
The days with you are sometimes
sung like some popular songs
sometimes receives like a AM
station at somewhere deep
in Rocky mountains.
Now
I'm trying to get
back to my daily orbit
thus but you like star
like moon
when sund is at the other side
show yourself and
make me
cry...
Wish you were here
with my deepest love