I have one month left for practicum. I have one semester left for graduation. But I don’t know how much time I have left for you.
You used to be my king, now you’re my youth, one that never turns back, yet I hold no grudge against it. There are millions of your admirers out there, I know deep down, you’re lonely. It says in your eyes, I’m afraid that you’re unhappy. Military is around the corner, just enjoy your time, and refresh my feelings. For eternity, leaving you is impossible, so let’s dig a hole and bury our love. I shall wait for the day it flourishes, that maybe the day you comeback.