*･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･☪·̩͙˖·✶ *･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･

I've always been quietly whispering your name from a distance,

I know it doesn't make sense since you already acknowledged my existence,

but how can I get through to you, who is amidst a thick cloud of smoke.

Huffing and puffing, you no longer have control.

Does it put you at ease?

Even when, here I am, begging on my knees, telling you to stop, oh please.

Does it need to be this way?

To the point where buying these cigarettes become a need,

buying it so much like it's something you eat.

I just want you to live for longer.

Please, just hurry up and come across the border.

I know you're only getting older.

I still remember how the cigarette would stain your fingers,

and how the scent of smoke was stuck to your clothes,

it took a lot of cologne to mask the smell alone.

I long for the day when, I can see your face again,

but not through the grey cloud that's always around.

Let's all reunite once more,

and never part again. 

Together forevermore.

The only question is,

"When?"

*･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･☪·̩͙˖·✶ *･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･☪·̩͙˖·✶*･