She said that I always hugged her across the street. Then God took her.
She said, I always hold her hand across the road. Then fate took her away.
Now they are standing on the roadside.
A red-haired, fair-skinned man, charming and flamboyant, with a charming smile.
A man with dark eyes and cherry lips, a slight frown on his brow, keeping strangers away.
Light off and on again
This time, they walked over together.
She didn't hug her.
She didn't hold her hand either.
Walked side by side.