Still...
O January, you brought me to him, along with the cold morning breeze and stormy nights. The early days I will always be missing, which paint smiles at harsh time.
Never regret though.
Wish I photographed us, the only place we could be together through time. Till the picture becomes yellow or even blurred.
I'd never say always, for the future isn't mine.The only words now I only have is 'Still'. Whenever he ask me, my answer remains the same. No matter how far the past have left
and how fast the future comes over...
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