I thought everyone loves music,
So, I arrange my name in a perfectly harmonized chord.
But it occurs to me that you don’t like music at all.  
So, my name dissolved in the whisperings.

It appears that you like architecture,
So, I brought the bricks for you to build a bridge at leisure.
But the bridge was not built on the foundation of mutualism,
So, I stood at my side dwelling in escapism.

One day the bridge blew up and I ran towards you at the speed of light.
Only to realize that I succumbed to despair,
Because all you did was waving goodbye,
As if this was a card game for a solitaire.

I’ve always wondered how distance grows,
Maybe from the constant construction of a burrow.
Sometimes, the thought of you sleeps so well there
Yet sometimes it rises and escapes and I feel so close to you.

Like piano tiles that almost touch, yet always a semitone apart.
Like a flower that aches for the bee, yet from her it flees.
It reminds me of how you’ve always hated growing flowers,
Only to witness how they wilt and die.


So at last you never gave us a try,
Lest the capacity of our heart may flop like the leaves.
To avoid a series of endings, you’d rather
Keep away from all beginnings.

Sometimes, the thought of you is like the sun to me,
Yet sometimes it freezes and you feel like a glacier from afar.
I thought the sweetest radiation could melt you.
Only to realize the wind would never make our currents converge.

Perhaps I should just put this in simpler words.
I have glamorized every centimeter between you and me,
Not realizing how many marathons I’ve scampered
In attempt to call a stranger my lover.