I am not a teenager.
But you remind me to be young again.
Just like the stage of restlessness.
Just to continue running the journey with you.
But why is the chance not for us?
Every time I pace, your face fades.
I wish to hold you but you're so opposite.
Maybe one day,
Fate will coincide with us in the next life.
-CoBi-
October 31,2022,12: 1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem