Once a day, perhaps
Crossing the field of grapes
Memorising one and only
Without whom I am lonely

Feeling the emotions, I am
But get her only blame
She wants me twenty four seven
I, for her, did that even

Roads are now diversed
Feelings are rather changed
All those about her I think
Blew aweay off in a blink

I don't wanna describe more
Her memories are rather bore
This is not from my side
Doing so, she takes pride.