You can give me storm
But I will always be your sunshine.

I created a playlist in my head
So I could keep visiting us.

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.