Once upon a time....
I definitely don't really know....   may be difficult to know..

We're running under the same sun but stand in different twilight....
There's no sketch about a chapter that could be dye the days....
There's only stagnation of heart that couldn't be melted yet....

Writing without wording,  whispering with meaning off,  like a candle without the darkness....
My pen of script can't afford to interpret anymore....

In the flow lake of time we're separate....
Carrying the dreams and will....
Purify the soul to facing the future ....
And remained standing in different horizon....
The intersection of heart,  even we still can't make sense of the story....

Pass away...
still the same without say Hi each other....
And since then....
we're never see each other too....

Time is running....
My pen of script now filled with love and start to carve a new story....
I think also the same as yours....
Through the day with a story in a place that is no longer the same....
Even the sense to remember each other never existed.. ..

present....
Although still at the circle of time....
The destiny  brought us together....

Somehow .....
My pen of script can scratch the stories....
Writing out about your figure at present that more friendly, full of love and sincerity than before....
Maybe it's always been you....  but i can't read it at the time....

Friend...
I could never believe it previously....
and it's hard to understand before....
I hope you are now able to rise up again and made a new chapter....
foster a sense and began to seep pleasure....
Interpret the stanza of poem that made by me and anchored on veracity of the ocean...