After going around and around for a while We are looking at each other right now After hesitating and wondering what I should say I just smiled You shook up my heart like a passing storm As you entered
How’s this? Just staying as acquaintances? We can meet as comfortable friends and have some tea Without any sad tears I want to see you again I won’t cry, I won’t wait I will go back to the days when I didn’t know you So that I can comfortably smile when I see you again […]
This might be a lonesome story, like the early winter wind A story of a person meeting a person and then turning back It’s sometimes an indifferent story, like a healing scar A story of a person emptying out another person and filling themselves up again