Or sometimes I called you my fans
But I admit that I'm too, your fans
It's been years since we've been in this space
Living unhappy with a smiley face
Burried the tears for just in case
Telling a no for a complete yes
One time I tell myself
To not calling people my best
Cause anything that have been best
Would become worst for the rest
Tonight I recall my memories
How come we made stories
Or how you wipe my worries
It turned out you're sweet as strawberries
We may have decades to build a century
We may meet many people to be our story
But the greatest decades don't come in hurry
Like all people we love slowly
H,2015.
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