The rain poured on your tomb
I stared at the clouds wishing that they would stay gloomy
I wished that the days without you will remain gloomy
till it hurts so much for me to tie a rope on a tree
Let's meet at a tree with the necklaces we both owned
just that yours is used while mine is new
One day the gloomy days will soon be gone
while my body swing loosely from the old oak tree
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