Ours is not like a classic tragedy story that marks.
Nor like one of those Nicholas Sparks’.
Ours is too perfect to just let go,
but too painful to continue.

Ours is excruciatingly beautiful
to just coop in a book.
I’ve wrote down these words,
so everyone can look.

Ours is trouvaille.
Not a fairytale.
And if I get a chance,
I want to have it more than once.

In another life, I’ll fight harder.
In another life, we’ll be together.
There’s no need to let go of each other.
In another life, it’ll be you and me forever.