We don't grow up together
But I feel like you're my sister or my brother
You may not know who I am
The walks of life I came from
But the fondness you're showing me
Is enough to remember you even not each passing day
I may know your real name
And time passes by I may not recall it
But when I see you again
Every thing will be back like the first time we met
I always have a feeling to identify someone's nice
My instinct told me so and that's why I know
When someone acting nice and the truth it's all lies
There's doubt in me that's hard to let go
Because I'm the type of person who treasure things
When it's given to me sincerely
I treasure each joy it brings
Not just today but through eternity
I may walked and passed you by
Or looked in your direction
I may not give you a smile or wave my hands and say “Hi”
As a sign or my way of recognition
It's just so happen that you look great than before
Or you change your style and add some more
I'm not a snob but proud to say that I'm sociable
And you guys are one of the few persons that made me whole.
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