Foolish 14, we were young
Awkward smiles that awkwardly hung
Foolish 14, and I didn't know you back then
So calling you 'handsome' became my thing
Feeling-full 15 then reached its point,
Ice cream, arcade, soccer...
The list of hangouts took its flight
15 was fun and never-ending
Your smile under the setting sun had its meaning
16, 17, 18, the time flew by
Every effort was made to stay by each other's side
And then came a blurred 19
Followed by a clear 20
And from then on, we are no longer together
The ice cream, the arcade, the soccer game,
The longer routes to home, and your nickname,
All of that is pushed back to the lane I don't let myself encounter
It's all in the alleyways that I don't visit any longer
The days were nice where youth danced in its peak,
But I'd rather turn around and walk away
Than to visit the same lane again