i know

I know those fireflies

 will never return 

 there won't be the same taste  

in the candies and eclares anymore

 again, the cold breeze won't whisper

 something beautiful 

never ever there will be same touch in the dusk

 i know, raindrops won't tell same stories

 besides my windows 

flowers won't be as beaufiful as they felt before

 moon will be just for staring n nothing more

 and the novel won't smell the same anymore

 i know days will be lonely without all those small things that touches my soul

 i know the weather of these pleasant feeling will never come 

i know, there never gonna be any magic like before

 but still the days will be same still the memories will visit me sometimes 

 still there will be lots of stories to share with my pillow 

 and still they will wet my eyes and my lips to smile at same time