Let your memories drift away, and seek the time that has passed on the far shore.
I am willing to wait for you here,
watching as you take my hand and walk on.
When we were ten, one of us was a keyboard prince, the other a color magician. You told me, "Su Mu, with me here, no one can bully you."
When we were eighteen, we watched youth pass in all its splendor beneath the camphor trees by the sports field. You said to me, "Su Mu, should we give it a try?"
When we were twenty-five, caught up in the chase, we were forced to wave goodbye. You wept against me and said, "Su Mu, I'm sorry."
When we met again at twenty-eight, there were too many things beyond our control. I asked you, "We knew each other once, didn't we?"
Our story crossed a long stretch of time and settled into something beautiful.
My love, I do.
Keep it up! This is my first time writing this too. I happened to click on this while searching for my work because the protagonist's name is similar to mine.