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Sometimes it's too late for me to realize..
that you are that precious to me..
It leaves me with regret everytime I remembered the past..
Had I told you how precious you are, could it make any difference?
Could it change the outcome?

And when I look back..
and try to run after you..
I'm gasping for air, running after you..
but you don't even budge looking at me..
you've gone too far away..
that I can't even reach you..

I've tried, at least..
Filled with regret, no more..