It’s a number.
I like it, instead I couldn’t erase it from my calendar.
11.20, its so sweet, It make me couldn’t sleep.
I don’t hate you, neither want to forget you.
The memories of 24 will always live,here.
Couldn’t stop for a dreamer.
You can’t wait me until the end of the year,
You left me before december.
I cried, like I lose you forever.
Do you still remember,
The date of 24.
Maybe, you just forget what is 24.
It is you.
You are the 24.
p/s : happy 24.