yeux bridés

Gazing at her last summer time

Deep conversations, long walks to the terminal.

Saying "goodbye" every time we crossed the line

For the short period of time and slanting eyes.

Someone stays in life and will depart

Turning the sunrise to dawn

Fairly remembers everything that's enchanting and nice.




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