The lightning pierced through the window
Reminds me of how you and i met.
I started counting the seconds.
One, two, three, four, five-
You are a lightning.
An unexpected arrival, blinding
I can't help but close my eyes
six, seven, eight, nine, ten-
You are a strike of light,
Temporarily stays, then you're gone
Even before i open my eyes
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.
The thunders roared,
An idea strucked into my mind.
The gap between the lightning and thunder,
Is like the gap of you and me.
The place of sky's turmoil
is far from where i stay.
And so are you,
Far and unreachable from where i am.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
The lightning pierced through the window
Reminds me of how you and i met.
I started counting the seconds.
One, two, three, four, five-
You are a lightning.
An unexpected arrival, blinding
I can't help but close my eyes
six, seven, eight, nine, ten-
You are a strike of light,
Temporarily stays, then you're gone
Even before i open my eyes
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.
The thunders roared,
An idea strucked into my mind.
The gap between the lightning and thunder,
Is like the gap of you and me.
The place of sky's turmoil
is far from where i stay.
And so are you,
Far and unreachable from where i am.
My teacher said that if the thunder took long to roar after the lightning happened, the site of the light and sound are far from where we are. As light travels faster than the sound.
