Not sixth of May. It's the sixth May.
I do not want to judge for what had happened for the past six Mays. Nor that i could ever remember every details. The flowers that bloomed, the soft gentle breeze past through, the smiles, the stillness, the way i looked at the twinkle of evening stars. It is still the same May. It is still the same thoughts i run through.
I want to love you until my last May. It is as simple as that.