Maybe,someday,happiness is away.
We're stranger,but stucking in memory.
Hurting for one's face,then ask,worth or not?Answer is already in mind.
Just like,everyone all have stories untold.
Every story,is for you.
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I want to show you these rose clouds in the night.
But you can't see.It's night - what can one see?
Now,I have no choice but to see with your eyes,he said.
So I'm not alone,so you're not alone.
And really,there's nothing over there where I pointed.
Only the stars crowded together in the night,tired,
like those people coming back in a truck from a picnic,
disappointed, hungry,nobody singing,
with wilted wildflowers in their sweaty palms.
But I'm going to insist on seeing and showing you,he said,
because if you too don't see,it will be as if I hadn't.
I'll insist at least on not seeing with your eyes,
and maybe someday,from a different direction,we'll meet.