To Meet

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I hear the winter leaving.
I wake up in some year, some month.
I think, I wait, I look forward to,
But that's not how the future is arranged.

Cloudy sky, an evening, outside the car window.

There is a person waiting in the future.
To the left, to the right, to the front I look.
How many corners must love turns before it arrives?

Who will I meet, what are we going to say?

The person I’m waiting for, how far away is he in the future?
I hear the wind blowing from the subway and the crowd.
I'm standing in line, holding a number plate for love.

Cloudy sky, an evening, outside the car window.

There is a person waiting in the future.
To the left, to the right, to the front I look.
How many corners must love turns before it arrives?

Who will I meet, what are we going to say?

The person I’m waiting for, how far away is he in the future?
I hear the wind blowing from the subway and the crowd.
I'm standing in line, holding a number plate for love.

I keep flying and flew across a sea of time.

We both had been injured in love.
I'm watching the road, the entrance to the dream is a bit narrow.
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident.

One day, my riddle will unravel.