I spent two years waiting for our eyes to meet again,
I tried to find your shadow in every group of men,
When I saw you in your blue polo walking casually,
I found myself taking steps behind you, unconsciously.
He looks exactly the same,
I wonder, do you still know my name?
From you who secretly took pictures of my back from the past,
To me, who pictured your back in the midst of the crowd so fast.
We're in the same place, bustling crowds and happy faces,
I caught her by your side wearing similar red laces,
Erratic heartbeats just like the very first day,
“It never dies” that's what they say.
It's funny that after years, I can still write poems about our bittersweet encounters,
It's funny that she wears the same laces and holds the same flowers,
It's funny that I can still feel when you're looking at me,
It's funny that I still remember it all too well, so vividly.
