One day, we will not quarrel.
We will not think about the future, anymore.
One day, we will think about the past.
The moments, we lived together.
These stars would still twinkle, this moon will always spread its moonlight
but we will not talk, the way we are supposed to.
I will be lost in the woods.
And, you will miss me in your leisure time.
But then I would become just a " memory " that u would recall while having a cup of tea.
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