Scared

Sometimes I got scared

knowing that someday you'll be gone

but I tried to conceal it inside,

cause I'm so ashamed to reveal it...

Sometimes I looked toward the sky

gazing intently, somehow thinking

your face would peeped out...

I looked so woebegone now,

cause I knew in any minute

you'll be out of my life.

I'm so scared... yet I'm so down to you

I'm wondering whether I could hear

your mellifluous voice again,

just for this last time,

even for this last, very moment.

However, circumstances might change,

and I'm afraid it would,

and my dreaded thoughts

would somehow turn into reality...