I Miss You,
It's like you are dead,
Like you have blown away with the wind,
I count the seconds since I have seen your face,
The blinks since I have heard your voice,
And felt your support,
How am I supposed to fly without my wings?
The winds in the east are blowing you into a firm landing,
Won't you please take off again?
Stay longer this time,
Say something,
How am I supposed to fly without my wings?
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