i am just waiting for this to come to an end.
but will i stay strong?
as the storm is lighting up,
but it just wont die.
your picture still remains.
but i am wondering, as we grow older each second,
are you still the same?
as the shutter speed's chasing,
i will hold on.
i hope i will stay strong.
am i losing you?
or am i nothing to you?
i am waiting,
waiting.
waiting until it's over now.
waiting for time to pass me by.
- he says.
