Walking in the long and winding roads. Waiting for changing you. Never be ashamed of making good. Although it is not enough.
It has been so long not to talk. In the middle of the quiet storm. Let the trees design the brown leaves. Falling on the ground.
Is it the same as you come to me someday? Or somebody else made you a darker or a brighter one? Let me guess!
I saw him smile on the bridge. I was confused to know what it meant. Just to remind me that I did not visit the grave this month.
I got closer and knew nothing except a message to send. " The day after tomorrow will be mine ".
The shine was calling on the rooftop. Running up and met him in such a wonderful night. Hug me with the bright ray.,