BORN TO BE A STAR

I wake up to the third of another month, I open my eyes,
My eyes still search for him, this pain never dies,
Four months I cried, these tears don't run dry,
To let him go, let his image fade away, I try,
He will always be my bro, the one who promised never to leave me,
When I close my eyes, his beautiful smile I see,
Bro, come back to this place where there is no love or hate,
Your hand I will never let go, look back, it is never too late.

I love you, Bro. Missing you.