Where are you sunrise?
I miss your beautiful yellow light
I miss how you let me sing along the morning sounds,
With the voice that will never good, The lyric that not even proper
I miss how you let me tell the story
Story about my friends that you hate so much, story about last football match, about the economy inflation, and another stupid thing that you never want to listen to.
I miss how you let me live my dream, even the most unrealistic one..

I miss you my beautiful sunrise..

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