I remember holding your hand.
I was on cloud nine that evening.
The sunset rays fell gently on your face.
And my head was spinning.

We only knew each other for a week.
But it felt like I've known you for years.
And, I know, I have been sick.
But I didn't want to share it.

Everything was so perfect that day.
I thought the disease had receded.
But it turned out I had no way, -
Everything was decided for me.

Let it be tomorrow, -
You told me by rejecting my kiss.
But I'm gone now.
And tomorrow will never come to me.