Because my days were numbered

Time passed like slipping sand back then, Filling my eyes with your love lumbered,

Counting my last days on your dear love,

Because my days indeed were numbered.

Holding your hand cherishingly ashore,

And away to the heaven stairs without clamber,

Enjoying already my lasts happily,

Cuz my days indeed were numbered.

The doors opened stairs unfold,

And I dozed unto my last slumber,

Writing on you like I still do,

And pondering on my days that were numbered.