The wind when I was twelve years old blew away the haze
Brought me a new school, a brand new world
and one, you.
You are the light on the runway and the sun to many.
And I am the shadow hiding in the corner, secretly looking up at the light.
Every chance encounter I carefully planned, in your eyes
Maybe it's just a clumsy game from a somewhat interesting senior.
I always thought that I passed through your youth.
Later I realized that my entire youth passed by - yours, at the age of eleven.
Intention: move forward and look to the future.