Sat on a rooftop
Observing the Sun
It was saying goodbye
Promising to come back again.
Pulled my cigarette pack
hoping there was one
Unluckily, there were none.
I realized, I puffed
Last cigarette thinking of her.
Smoke had flown
Ashes on the base.
Still, I think of her cute smiling face
It’s been a year or a more
when we were done.
Well, life ain’t like the sun.
I feel bad about life
finding everything is gone.