An empty road,
and it is still long way to go..
When looking
back, it was a short, beautifull path
I can only stare
of what I have done, of what we have done,
And what it has
became, or why it has became empty.
I wonder where
all the flying spirit gone.
Now that I try to
walk closer,
But you stand
still.
Or I want to comfort
better,
But you may
wonder.
If I just let the
gloomy stay,
I may sweep what
still left, away.
It was "stuck in a moment and I can't get up".
It is a scary phase,
It was me who failed in this same point.
And losing the precious mine once upon a time.
Indeed, it is a working in progress.
It is not
supposed to be happy ending,
It is a life time
efforts, a long life endurance,
A continuous
presentation,
A sincere action,
without being demanding on the same response.
I just...want to
hear you call, in the middle of the lunch,
and say “Hi..”.
