Down the street,
under the glistening sunlight,
I saw your back.
That familiar glow which never leaves you had always been a distant grasp.
Twitched in the blunt reality,
a drop of rain fell on my hand.
And in a whisk of a second, you became a distant blur.
Beside me was a little girl with her long brown hair and pink skirt.
Intertwined by this falling rain,
the dark clouds seemed to wrapped her closely, guiding her in a desolate isle.
You, who ran to hide from the dropping white frigid made her look closely.
Her little footsteps, walking alone, merely wanting to reach you, engulf me.
Enticingly sorrowful.

We met halfway, across the street.
A drop of water fell on the leaf on a tree atop us.
Your smile, beautifully piercing.
Penetrating all the memories into shattered petals.
The little girl that is beside me disappeared.
The birds are flying again, through the vast sky.
The scent of the after rain is very inveigle.
I want this moment to last a little longer, even if it's a bane of hope.
The sun peeped, but the heart's still covered.
I wonder where this will be going?


When did the time ever stopped ticking?
But because of this, those criminal memories had a chance to change into a refulgent hope.
Your smile, warm and scintillating sparkles in this revived heart.
The pain of me standing-still had been miles away.
I want to embrace this dream with my own little hands, like a little girl that blooms a pair of wings to fly.
In this not-so-the-same world, we seem to live connected to each other.
Everything for someone is surely fullfilling.
There's no other thing I want more, surely, because I've come across you.
Dividing the rain.
Melting the sun.
We will, hand in hand, smile through the blazing sky.
Forever, in this string of songs, you'll have...
Holding my heart.