As the time goes by, the pain concerns further than you might consider. Each day I count "What day is it? How long I have been travel inside the clandestine?" Oh it's 3 days, it's been a week, now it's 13 days and 10 hours after. And the infinity bombs dropped on my heart go deeper and deeper, BLAST! Explode every time I nostalgia how you personally treated me as a knick knack.

They say "Time will heal" but I got stumbled as I count. I'm lost, I'm lost; I can't trust time anymore.