I didn't go there looking for you. I went looking for me.
But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I've found myself.
It took a while to finally realize that you had helped me find myself.
Wishing I could give you my eyes just so you could see.
How much you actually mean to me.
Rewinding to me finding you, the ultimate feeling of being penultimate drifting away in the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem