I got to see you on a summer day;
Still vivid those laughters' timbre,
It was all too perfect I thought;
And then my eyes got locked.
I search for you in that crowd;
Holding thousand lotus close,
My eyes tear and lips tremble;
As I did follow my heart's voice.
The party was going to be over;
The cheers of good bye I do hear,
Frail does my spirit has become;
And to just get hold of that gaze.
When I felt a pat on the shoulder;
Me turning around quick enough,
Only to see him behind my back;
His big brown eyes, such a solace.
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