What are you waiting for?
Waiting for the wind to caress my face.
Who have you been waiting for here?
Waiting for my cute monster to kiss me.
Time flies and your hair suddenly turns gray. Do you still have to wait any longer?
I am just a small grain of sand in the long river of time. No one will remember me, but I am still willing to wait for him to come home.
Intention: write casually