We have this invisible strings
connected with these hidden feelings
The unexpected connection ,
wrapped with mixed emotions.
We were both playing in this circus,
who's the clown, who's the anonymous?
You're a drug that I can take even if it is illegal
A wound that I can endure even if it is fatal.
And so are you,
sitting with me on the rooftop when I'm feeling blue,
staying up all night and do the random deep talks,
lending me a sweater in a cold walks.
You're the proudest of all my achievements,
You're the meanest when I have the epic moments.
You're the happiest when I am in the middle of bliss,
the saddest eyes are yours when we have already the chances to meet,
but we missed.
We are like the moths playing fire beside the lamp called 'label'
Risking is unable, we're both rebel.
Not afraid to be burned
But scared that this status might be adjourned.
What are we?