Lossing

It's all about my story...
Whether happiness or sorrowful has come
I'm still trapped into the sadness.
I felt that she is never gone
Yes. I thought so.
She doesn't go to the other place.
They said, "She is gone" but her smell is still.

It's all about my story
Whether joyful, happiness, illness, or woeful
It still urged my heart
I'm sick of her, I really missed her.
The one who loves me evermore than others.

They said "she was gone"
And someday I do also want to leave.
They said, "Where?"
To the nice place where she lives to wait me.
A place where me and my sister would meet each other.

They said, "Heaven is so far and none can go there".
But I tried to keep that word.
I miss you-JE