I saw you again,
this time in a better mood,
though you're far away.
I still seek your face,
longing for an endless gaze,
a loving gesture
I won’t regret.
If only I had the chance,
I’d feel content—
learn to love you
willingly,
fairly,
with respect earned by both of us.

Do you feel the same?
I feel it—
the pull of electricity,
the need to see your face,
to share endless gazes,
not just glimpses,
but a real connection,
something never felt before.

Why are you so far,
where I can't see your face,
where you won’t let me in,
where my love seems forbidden
to you,
to those you love?
It’s impossible,
but why?
Why...