Stirring slowly
I'm running out of ice cube
Wondering if you will come
Waiting for an uncertain thing
The ice cubes are now disappeared
but the contain of my glass remain the same
it's just getting colder
it's just getting bitter
Sun is setting down
I haven't smell your fragrance
I cannot stay as long as I always be
But, there's still a hope that you will come
Glass half empty
Do you believe in destiny ?
~ss
I wanna see the sun sets in your arm
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