All the dusks goes with regrets
Till someone deals with end in
When I fear I read the lean
Not all the lips pass for sin.
For you and only, my major cost,
My future child, my lovely lost
I wish you'll meet me, or my closest one
My endless hopeful, my warmest jun.
No words are better then a hug,
No place are cooler then a home,
No person is nearer then a mum,
No wisdom higher then the God.
I wish you well, my heart's with you,
I wish the God will rescue you.
And from deepest lakes of reflection,
I'll send you blessings as inception.
For my major cost
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