Not until being seperated,did I know that it's attachment in your eyes.
Not until being apart,did I know that it's sympathy in your mind.
Not until being sleepless,did I know that it's missing in my heart.
Not until being awake,did I know that it's lucky that we encounter.
It's an eyesight I knew when we met that would be attached to you.
It's a heart I knew when we were in harness that is full of sympthies.
It's a dream I knew when I was asleep that you are living in.
It's an encounter I knew when we were in difficulties that will last till old.