Feet walking in the sand;
Holding another’s hand;
One early summer bliss;
I had my very first kiss.
Waking up alone in the ark;
Felt like the darkest dark;
Embracing the longing vast;
I found myself in the same bus.
It’s been two years and half;
Since I heard the fate’s laugh;
You closed your eyes and left;
Fate danced as I bled.
In the same bus, I wait;
Hoping for the same mate;
Maybe when the bus stops;
It’ll be our chance, perhaps.
