• morrie 5w

    Let us meet later

    I tried it all, yet in the end
    I remained what I was from the beginning
    You are lost in the fog ahead of me
    I chose to sit on the stone by the road
    Thinking of all we had, I chose to rub it all off my head
    Or else, it would be too unfair
    If you could chose to step on a different path
    Moving forward on your will
    Then why can't I do the same?
    Let the time burn the moments we had in the past
    Let's move where the wind takes us
    On our own paths, in our own fogs
    Probably we would see each other again under the same ground
    Lying there peacefully
    With no bounds, we might hit it off after our true departure from the plane road