So far, really far.
But in the blink of an eye, you are so close, as if magnified, reflected in my eyes.
He is like the sky: a few clouds drift in occasionally, but they are not always so flawless.
However, I was indulged in the feeling that seemed real.
What do I look like? Like a migratory bird.
Although I am always flying, longing for freedom but reluctant to belong,
But she always lingers in the arms of the blue sky, forever attached to her.
What should I say? I am not stupid, I am persistent.
But this persistence came neither quickly nor slowly, but it held my hand when I was too disappointed.
I wanted to let go, but I couldn't pull away, and I didn't want to leave.
"Do you like me?"
You asked me like this, with an anxious expression.