And what if it's you again?
At the end of this already strange road,
what if you find the way back to me
and I, too, find myself running back to you.
What if the invisible string was always secretly pulling us back together?
No matter how far we escape to different path
and no matter how much time differences we have.
At the end,
what if it's us again?
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Evening Cup of Tea
PoetryI want to drink coffee but my stomach says no. They said, "At least you have an iced coffee!" But those sentence is not applicable for me. Here I am, lost in thoughts, feeling unwell, but have to drink a cup of tea instead of coffee.
