The sky is gray and the clouds are very low.
I have always wanted to walk the road you have walked, take the subway you have taken, and drink the coffee you like. Everyone thinks I like coffee very much, but actually I don't like coffee. Coffee just because you like it.
When I first met you, you were wearing formal clothes. ． ． ． Mom's favorite clothes.
The first time I saw your smile, it was warm and short-lived.
Countless times I imagined what it would be like when we met for the first time, and what it would be like when we met for the second time. Tell me, am I stupid? ． ． ．
It started to rain, and the sky became blank. I really hope you can come out of your confusion. ． ． ． ． ． I have always believed that one day we will meet for the first time.
The world has become very blurry. ． ． ． ．
You finally came through the other side of the rain, still smiling for years. ． ． ．
I know. ． ． ．
I'm dreaming of you. ． ． ．