It's almost feels like you were still here.

I still can see you as if my eyes are playing culprit with me. 

I still remember your gently smell and when I took a lungful of air, I'd like to pretend that it's really you.

I got a long way to go but I have lost my one and only company.

We supposed to be each other's rock, remember? 

Perhaps It's true that the world is not a wish-granting factory because I've been begging and still nothing happens. 

My arms are still cold, hearts full of longing - I still want you to be here but you're longway gone.