The Evening Breeze Drifts Through the Old Alley, and I Meet You Again

A young heart’s first stirrings were tucked away in a long, old alley.

A breeze at dusk scattered the years of youthful innocence and put a sea of people between two hearts.

I thought that after all these years apart, our paths would never cross again.

Then the evening breeze swept through those familiar streets once more,

and at the edge of the crowd, I came face-to-face with the person I had never forgotten.

The years rolled on, but the regrets remained.

Our winding reunion became a tender redemption, long overdue.

After crossing so much time,

this time, I don’t want to miss you again.