I ask
    a question
        hard to answer
She answers
    an answer not I expect'd
I'm silent
She's silent
We're silent
She's not wrong
She's not false
She's no fault
Yet she never knows
I don't need an answer
I want
    t'be pampered

Yesterday.
As a breeze…
comes and goes gently
As a cloud…
quietly leaves noone sees
Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone
On the street I walk alone
Passing the old place I was not alone
Ahead corner wakes my concern
Let it bygone, let it foregone
Time to turn so turn

The world here and there
Crowded crowded crowded…
Accidentally if we see
Still we may be separated
Accidentally if you’re aware
Will you find a way to me?