Today when the sun was setting,
                          I ran into a friend
whom I haven't seen in a long time.
As the cold air blows, I stopped in my tracks.
And he just p a s s e d me by.

I was a stranger - to someone I considered
                             - a friend.

And it hurt. I was a stranger to him.
Like the memories we shared
               - got taken away by the winds.
This made me feel
the cold breeze up until my nape.

And when the sun finally set,
At least the moon
              - shined brightly to comfort me.
Yet it still made me remember
the memories we shared under it.