You"re like a target that I always try to aim at. How I wish I could aim you at the heart. But every time I fail, I feel so sad. You know why? It"s because I always end up missing you
I hide my tears when i say ur name;
But the pain in my heart is still the same;
Although i smile & seem free, there''s no one who misses u more than me.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
