We had meet in September. We had lost in July. Who knew that will be sad story. Who knew I'll be cry.
The shortest september in my life. The coldest July in my mind. The biggest abyss between us. Thousand miles split our seasons.
Maybe I'll find my peace in May. Maybe you'll get your rest in March or November. We not own on September. No more.
We had meet in September We had lost in July