Returning

Met you one more time before I leave.

I forgot the taste of those food we ordered, nor the color of our drinks.

We'd talked too much, just like filling up the gap of years when we were aparted.

You've changed a lot, though I might be the same as before, an immature kid in front of you.

We are living in the ways that lead us further away from each other. We were sating closely, but we were aparted as if I were still in Tokyo.

I don't know what made us meet again. Our brave or our sense of maturity. However, we were ignoring our pasts. Just like we were friends like this at the very beginning.

I forgot how many times I asked you the same question. But I remember your hesitation when I asked you the last time.

轉眼間　和你未見　便寂寞一千三十四天
揮過手　含了白箭　道別的光景真像昨天

一切還好


Returning