Why do we even meet at the first place?

Then my heart began to knock again;

Is it anger, sadness, consciousness, depression or;

LOVE…that knocks on my fragile broken heart.

Is it our destiny to be with each other?

Or destiny just put us accidentally?

The fault we did…was to meet each other;

I’ve been a stupid fool to myself that day.

Maybe that’s why I always cry;

Cry under those rainy days;

Those rainy days that I’m with you before;

Before we--- broke up.

Maybe that’s why my eyes search for you;

Because I miss you so much;

So much that it hurts my heart.

So much that I always think of you.