00.00 Candle

we slowly approach the distant destination

he enjoys the sity street that takes him further and further

his smile becomes sweeter every day

i adore how charming he is in my eyes

the more i look, the more i realize our distance is fading 

a big lie that my mouth has ever utterd

"that possibility will always be impossible in my eyes"

he has the right to dance with the shadow that once held his heart

a shadow that i almost got rid of with new light

it turns out he is already closely attached to that shadow

what about the wish list that he once filled with the light?

what about the candles that dance in the middle of the night

waiting for him to blow out with the light as the year gets older

the year at 00.00 which simultaneously changes a new page between them

does he stilll want to remember that dark night

when he knows the light has run far before him

the light that is hit by the waves before it reaches him 

does he still want to remember that he will keep light by his side

does he still want to remember the outstretched hand that night?

and now, does he not realize that the light is fading away?

the only light in this world of romance

the last time i saw him smile again when it had been a loong time since he had meet the light

it turned out that the smile was still the same, and the warmth of the light was still the same

but the shadow still hugged him tightly

i can't imagine how much the light wanted to disappear again

when his soft hand held the light 

i thought they would run together again in this world of romance

running aimlessly hoping they could learn to embrace each other's selfishness

unfortunatelly he was even more selfish

he held the light when the shadow hugged him

at least i know what crossed the light's mind

at least i know that the light still want to see him for a moment

starting from a distance, enjoying how perfect he was

a perfection that he would never touch again

now, i understand why i also admire him 

he who freely dances with the shadow but his gaze is not far from the memories of the past

when he promised that he enjoyed the warmth of the light 

i admire his soft words which turned out not only to the light

i admire the series of poems he sent every time the light began to dim 

and he was too kind because he is not only good to the light