I should not have ridden the bicycle with you.
Every time you ride your bicycle,
Do you remember that day when it all started?
When I was in the back of it,
And you were riding it for me?
We rode in that tight alleyway,
Where there were bunch of weird people;
You were riding the bicycle fastly,
And I was like, "Why does this guy drive so fast, really?"
The road was crooked like our hearts.
I was holding the seat tightly;
As you rode the bicycle freely,
I would fall off if I do not hold;
If I did not go with you that time,
Riding the bicycle with you,
This will not be happening,
Because your bicycle is still there;
The memory is still here,
But the two person there are gone,
And they will not be together again.
Actually, I was shy that time to ride the bicycle with you,
Because we were not even close,
But our mates were pushing me to come over with you,
And I was like, "Yes, because if I ride with you I do not need to walk a hundred miles away,"
But now you are the hundred miles away.
The road was crooked like our fate.
It is just some kind of funny,
How you will value things when it is already –
Gone.
Because I miss holding the seat tightly;
As you rode the bicycle freely,
I would fall off if I do not hold;
If I did not go with you that time,
Riding the bicycle with you,
This will not be happening,
Because your bicycle is still there;
The memory is still here,
But the two person there are gone,
And they will not be together again.
The road is crooked like our love.
