7, 6,5,4,3,2,1
You’ll be out of sight, out of touch
No more restaurants to dine, movies to watch
No one to stare at, no silly things for us to laugh
Life is touch and go, friends too
But my love remain wherever you may go
Until my heartbeats become slow
My life’s light no longer glow
Countless sleepless nights when I’m with you
What more if you are gone like blue in hue?
Like a breeze in dawn without a dew
Like your myriad questions without a clue
It was a surprise when you came
As well as the way you are leaving
Don’t push me to pick flower in others garden
Cause you are my field of flowers, my everything
Is there an art of leaving?
Is there an art to save one from crying?
Is there a place to live for those who are in pain?
Teach me how to hide my tears under the rain..
7 days to go, light years to forget you
6 days to go, rivers of tears to flow
5 days with you, to learn the art of letting go
4 days of staying with you, to cherish memories we went through
3 days to go, reaching horizon like a flamingo
2 more days with you, mourning for my heart that died for you
Last day with you, march to my heart’s funeral that subdue
