A Very Short Memory

I remembered those nights when I had to wake up in the middle of the night,

forcing myself to open my eyes widely so that I could hear that melodious voice of you.

You were my own personal lullaby, helping me to get some nice sleeps dreamlessly,

since you were only my perfect dream.

 

Now, where do the nights go?

 

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