#39 Too Late。

If only you had the heart to know,
The song that I did not sing tonight
Was the one I wrote for you.

In the end it was just a walk away
To start from here is all I could not do,
All you could do is stand and wait.

Even the sun faded and smoke hid
The circle of thoughts vanished
Playing games with relationship.

The phone call came a bit too late,
It was a day of forgiveness, of memories
This time you cannot come back to me.
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#38 Writing Distances

She sent one line,
Never to write another time
The feeling departed
The story never started.
Why would it end now
When Spring was about to reach us.

I had thought it would not happen again
But in love that is the only real thing.
Pain, pain, and more pain to live
To bear through all that had to be.

She went far away South,
She had cut all the tying ropes.
That didn’t sever all the hopes,
Talks lasted even in the evening
Before the night could finally come.

What they didn’t know how the other felt,
One boy and a girl, we sadly lived.
Far away, and apart since,
The feeling that never died, left.