I would say, if you’re writing something, keep writing.
I don’t know how many things
you might want to say
but never quite manage to put into words.
When that day comes,
when that moment arrives,
tell me.
I’ll come and sit beside you.
I’ll listen to all those things
you cannot express through a pen.
My memory is a note like that,
one you can access
whenever you want.
But for that,
you’ll have to be close to me.
Because the beauty of two eyes
can make every other beauty
fade into the background.
And once our eyes meet,
no matter how far our minds wander,
what could possibly stop us
from coming closer to each other?
Come, a little closer.
Tonight,
I feel like looking into your eyes
all night long.
Perhaps I’ll catch a falling star.
And if I do,
I’d wish for those very eyes
to be filled with even more happiness.
Because when I see happiness
filling your eyes,
even my heavy heart feels lighter.
Truly, lighter.
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