Maybe there are not so many spectacular encounters and misses in life. We once had beautiful moments under the camphor tree. Even if the rest of the story does not have a sweet direction, there is still a faint fragrance floating in the memories.
"Let him pass in the past
Too late
I like you from the beginning
White clouds wrap around the blue sky
If
We can't stay together forever
At least give it to us
The courage to remember
The right to hug
So that you can understand
Traces of my heartbeat"
An article I wrote a long time ago seems childish when I look back now. But... It's still quite fresh and refreshing. It would be a waste to keep it in a folder, so I might as well post it here.
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