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Missing

When I miss you ,
Long hair haven't been cut,
The Cigarettes haven't been ash,
Cups of alcohol haven't been diluted with water,
A certain flower iw waiting for my kiss.

When I sing the song "FIRE" by Harry Lynn with sadly felling,
A certain drop of tear that haven't cried by me,
Is sadly welcomed by the earth.


Wai Lynn Htet Thwin