I write my secret thoughts about you,
On that crumple paper.
Then, I turned that crumple paper into a paper plane.

I made that paper plane.
As a messenger to connect myself to you.

Yet,
My messenger fly…
But never reach you.

And that’s the reason
My thoughts about you
Stay as a secret.

“She just like a fire.
The fire, that melts you.
The fire, that keeps you warm.
The fire, that you're are trying to save.
The fire, that you Shield from the wind.
And, the fire that burned you.
Yeah, She burned you...
Because, she thought you were playing with a her.
Now you know
She is the fire.”

I hear the time was ticking.
Tic toc tic toc
With the leaf fall around us
From the blow of the wind.

I can't hear my voice.
From unheard breathing of silent.
With the rhythm of my heart
And trembling hands.

Why I am like this?

I feel the path
Getting shorter by the time that
I wish it was getting longer and further for the first time.

And

I can't feel my feelings
how sad that day was.
Because tomorrow the day we would be parted.

- Y