Twenty-five years ago, you bid adeiu
Alas, I wasnt there, so far from you;
I ran but darkness surrounded me,
No more light as the way it used to be.
I wish this day will come so fast,
The day you breathe your last,
These tears will flow like river,
Till the sun vanish forever.
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