Your love looks like a
distant memory to me ,
I hesitate , I hold , I keep it low
I even hide it in deep core
Oh but I come back to you .
Like migrants in search of shelter
like dead comes to pray
like a desert craving for water
like a gypsy in search of resident .
I wanted a distant journey ,
Our own destiny .
Maybe our own kind of forever ?
Oh but I know you ,
I know you a little more
I know you have taken farthest road
So that we don’t cross
each other’s way ,
But what about you
crossing my mind
every now and then
I regret , I just regret
I should have known
you a little less .