My favorite memory of you is your scent.

We watched the city lights on the 34th floor
But nothing’s more dazzling than his eyes

We listened to his favorite playlist
But nothing’s more melodious than his laugh

And I still have a vivid memory of the man who wore blue shirt with his long hair being tied.

I am like the white cloud that gets heavy,
For you, I still choose to precipitate
Though I knew I will evaporate right away.

I lower
my standards,
Yet
in the end,
you lowered
my value.

I’m sorry
that
I can not trade
my title
over
you.
And I’m sorry
that
I can not shut down
my heart
for you
at the same time.

You're beyond my comfort zone
that I can't no longer even recognize myself.
Across my boundaries,
I found you yet I lose me.