Your appearance, I don't ever forget. Even if time a little bit by bit, I still can remember you.
Think of, that summer, in my eyes, your face, so clear and thorough. Gently open the diary of the past, every word, every sentence is about you.
You are happy, you are angry; you love reading, love to write text; do you like light sad; you are bound, you open my chains; oppress you. You're free...
Through that street, and then through a cross, is your home. Every morning, I always pushing a bicycle, pretending to be easy to pass by your window. And you never appeared.
Into the home of your favorite coffee shop, I ordered a cup of coffee, drink coffee, sitting in every time I look at the back of your back in a daze, familiar with the drink. But, your position is already sitting substitutions.
Years gone, but you look, I do not forget. I feel for you are still so clear there -- like flowers in thorns, some itch pain.
The time to meet the right person is a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, I met you in the wrong time, we didn't get together.