From now on,
There's no you and I
No us, even ours
No mine or yours
From today,
I start to find the meaning of a statement
Trying to figure out what is a promise
Packing it all well in the memories
From tomorrow,
I'll see what the stranger looks like
How to feel lost in the crowded
The emptiness seems hard to be faded
But a next day after tomorrow,
I'll be okay when crossing the road
No need other hand to hold
Even two arms to enfold
- Nicahae
(September 12, 2020)
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