The last goodbye

I'm smoking the last one in the empty room
There is a trace of the bed on the floor
Smoke-stained walls
I'm feeling the flow of the time by seeing at the trace of the poster

Lots of stories began here
I still remember clearly
Lots of stories ended here
I'll leave everything behind and move

This is the last goodbye
I'll never come back again
Because this memories fades away beautifully someday
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