Streetlights through our silhouettes like crashing waves.
Witnessing the shrinking night beside each other.
All the things we could discuss,
but the ecstasy of stillness subdue us.
It's like we're stuck together
between reverie and reality.
As I look at you, I wish my next breath is my last,
so I won't have to surrender my gaze to the past,
so I can escape the transience.
I wish the time stretched, turning this night endless.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC
Streetlights through our silhouettes like crashing waves.
Witnessing the shrinking night beside each other.
All the things we could discuss,
but the ecstasy of stillness subdue us.
It's like we're stuck together
between reverie and reality.
As I look at you, I wish my next breath is my last,
so I won't have to surrender my gaze to the past,
so I can escape the transience.
I wish the time stretched, turning this night endless.
