I guess this spring wouldn't be any different,
Spent just the way it has always been, alone.
I guess plucking petals still hold the same meaning it did 3 years ago,
Wouldn't be any different despite unfamiliar fragrance,
I guess...
I have always known, that love, will always remain unchanged,
In the end, I'll be the one, Left.
To wilt, all on my own.
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A strange-r's warmth
Randomone destined night, one meaningless glance, one moment that changes everything - Yearned for it once more, one fated Star, one longing smile, one skip of a beat cleared every question.
