
Monday, I’m waiting
Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see.. see, see, if you are fine
Wednesday, you’re still not here. Neither in the morning, nor later.
Thursday is also empty
Friday or Saturday or even Sunday,
There are no days that I don't miss you
There won't be a day when you will come back to be in our old days
How long will it be like this? I don’t know
How many months or years? How many billions of our past memories?
I never stop missing you
-- Day, Month, Year (Crazy Little Thing Called Love OST)