Is it a distance which I can never reach that I can only get closed to?
Is it eternity that I’m waiting for and I will be always wander about?
Why must I be reminded of? Or is it just that I cannot let go off myself, and my heart is telling me I miss and I really cherish all the years.
So what if I admit and persist, will it make a difference or will things worsen?
I’m yielding with cowardice this time, and perhaps, I shall just stick to the once-a-year routine, and maybe I can get more than that sometimes.