Feel like feather, and if I could be easily fall, I would rather stay.

The feeling is far, the feeling is not true. You are not in the mirror, or I am not living. I can see and I can call anytime. But I am not here, you are not here.

Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

When you're near
There's such an air
Of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
Begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye

As before I told you. Seems God likes to pick on me, people I like are not around. They all have reasons to go away from me. Sometime, people around do not mean anything, right?

Take care, and stay happy, influence me.