"Everyone is in black and white, but you are the only one in color."
Romance/entertainment/reunion/he
September of that year
Rolling suitcases draw arcs in the hallway
connect two parallel lines
crash into a brief intersection
Then there is the inevitable drift away
Like the staggered tracks of migratory birds
I follow in your footsteps
Go enjoy the scenery you have seen
Until a certain corner
you suddenly told me
All "accidental"
They are all carefully calculated reunions.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married
