Once,I have been sitting next to your left hand.You'd like to write,and I'd like to see.
Even 13 years had past,I can still recognise your handwriting.
13 years,half of my life. from next to each to furthest apart on earth....
300 years ago. i was age 25, and she was 21...
today, we are just friends.
If i told you things i did before,told you how i used to be,would you
go along with someone like me?
My mind is full of lyric of the song at this moment
At once,who was gazing at you,was it as much as me?
I remember once a snowing afternoon.The poetry you read.
In your balcony.Just for me.
The air was filled with
the unfamiliar language
I don't know what you read But
I can understand what you read
Suddenly,the whole world of mine became silent
To be still,I was falling
in the melancholy of Chopin.
His saddest nocturne was written for whom?
As your saddest poetry ,never ,written for me
never ever and forever
If turn the time back,back to once upon a time.
Let me fill up all the moments which I was absent.
Once upon a time,where you grew up.
If the wall can talk,will they tell me all the drops of memory?
The echo around,the laughing when you were little.
Who you met on your way home?And which river string along ?
Where you sat when you were sad? And Which hill you like,enjoy every sunset.
Where you finished reading,the book named ‘la recherche du temps perdu’
The old yellowing photos always keep secrets.
In search of lost time.I have never got the answer.