Let’s go far-off to where our footsteps left untouched.
Where you’ll never allow my hands to let go, to keep
me always at your sight—no matter what.
For the best thing about you is you.


Let’s keep those stars gaze at us,
while our hearts are busy beating unto
each other’s arm—through cold and hazy nights.
Meet me at the place where we can't count the stars
—nor we can't count how much we miss us.

A palace of memoirs you can always look back over and over.
Maybe a flower field, or perhaps at the tip of your lips
where I can bask in the sweet delight of that taste,
of that feeling that’ll be stuck in my mind
over and over.