Last days do tell me
everything I had missed
since I started this journey
—the crinkle of papers
late night insects
buzzing by my ear
Last days do tell me
everything I have
gone through
Last chances do tell me
how long have I been
in this game called life
—the season I'm not chosen
stars I shot for
in my quest
to touch the sky
Last chances do tell me
everything I haven't gotten
from the start
Last farewells do tell me
that the things I've fought for
are all the end of me
—the blood I've poured
bitter sweat drops
on paper misunderstood
Last farewells do tell me
everything I have missed
—the things I have gone through
Last days succeed in telling me
I've come a long way
before I knew how to love you