When your face reflected on the backseat window,
dear, what are you searching for?
I regretted not writing my wishes in the stars,
where i would be your memories and thenlighting anywhere you go.
Seeing you turn around and look away finally,
i hesitated to tell it i want you know.
After saying our farewell,
seperated by thick glass window.
Stars like silver dreams,
pouring down to my lovesickness.
i release a fruitless pursuit.Gazing at stars on the blank empty sky,
i already know there is not your sight behind it.Just time ebbs and miss flows.
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