You’re free, my angel,It’s time to say goodbye.It’s a memory portrait of h

You’re free, my angel,
It’s time to say goodbye.



It’s a memory portrait of her. She looks like from the past here.
How old are we now? time goes by so fast.
She’s safe now, She’s doing what she loves.
And I’m glad that She’s so far away, cause we never meet again.
It’s okay. I set her free from my mind
Only one, maybe two warm memories that I have to put in my pocket.

She was the one.

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