We're separated by the ocean
On the Earth.
And so distinct are the emotions
Of our hearts.
I wish I could pull out
These memories of you.
And plant instead in good amount
Feelings I can pursue!
Though window is so blurred,
I still can see
A shape of figure I adored,
In front of wet trajectory.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
We're separated by the ocean
On the Earth.
And so distinct are the emotions
Of our hearts.
I wish I could pull out
These memories of you.
And plant instead in good amount
Feelings I can pursue!
Though window is so blurred,
I still can see
A shape of figure I adored,
In front of wet trajectory.