Is it not strange
To feel this way
After the spring ended
And autumn started to fall

This kind breeze
That embraces me
Is a proof that
Somewhere, I existed

No matter where I go
Your presence is there
Tell me, how will I move
If I still want to hold your hand?

No matter how many times
I have to let go of it
I kept wanting it back
To hold mine more

But no matter how much
I want to sing another song with you
You chose to let go
And hold hands with another

© kirstenong