Let's Not Talk About This
Evening Memories
Let's not talk about this.
The leaves no longer crunch under our feet
Although it is still autumn...
This kiss no longer so discreet,
The past forgotten...
The wind is dancing with the rain
As my hair tries to join,
And you, making a wish in this fountain, again...
As I throw the coin...
The day is bright and blue today...
Just as you are...
I can see what you are trying to say...
But you are too far...
While the sky turns black and cold,
I can hardly see your face now...
I want this story to stay untold...
As you say your vow.
--XU HA
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