๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ



a dark place but not a room
nothing but a dim light above you
but i can still see your eyes crystal

pedestrians talk like storm but i can still hear you
the eyesight of your smile over my joke
nothing but only us in the bench

it took only ten minutes to share our thoughts
as we spoke the same language
over four years my fingers finally touch yours
and i just knew there will be no thing such as 'ours'

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