It isn't good-bye

On this chair
with your smile,
holding my hands and
looking to sky.

On my shoulder
with your tear,
singing an old song and
sighing bitterly is long.


On this sky
with your love,
I will fly away but
it isn't Good-Bye.

It isn't Good-Bye
No one can say ..
that's the last time we hold
At least, we will meet again
In my dreams and in yours.

Mae Tha