The moment my eyes met with yours, as though it was a peaceful and clear night, it’s like we have known each other before. I stood there, lingering as if time had stop. It felt like an reunion, but it also felt like a first meeting. Lingering (feelings), madly in love, and your longing for me, I felt the warmth spreading in my palms. Who has forgotten time? Half filled with naivety, half of sincerity. Counting the months and years (to pass) just to wait for the flowers to bloom. Even though I have came and go– missing and brushing by you a couple of times, your happiness, sorrow, worries– all of which I can foresee. The three thousand flowers in blossom are all just for you. I woke from my dream, stumbling about with the image of you in my head, I felt the warmth spreading from the bottom of my heart. With all the chaos and the fleeting time, who has forgotten the vow? Half filled with bitterness, half filled of love.
