In my old town, raindrops slightly hit the window.
Our encounter was in that simple and beautiful world.
When it changed, your cry was exaggerating.
It is sufficient to get back all what you had given.
Your story was stored in a box that asks for a password.
In a memorable moment, I opened it but smoke came out.
It seemed to warn me that I cannot submit to the past.
The world changed, our love also changed.
And I lost you in this city.
I also lost mysef by the way.
I thought the end of craziness would come a shortcut back to normal.
And I lost you in this ciry.
I lost to myself who desire more,
not to your overflowing emotions.
And I love you, but love cannot support
what I want to have, what I want to embrace.
I thought it would lead us to a sober ending.
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