the time when i see your words,
is the time i always go back:
to the phase i've never realized
the time when i see your face,
is the time i always get a butterflies
you don't even touch me
or say hello and throw a smile
but my heart fluttered
my body's shaking
you are the representation of my college dream

a same regret has been grown everyday
no, every time i think of you.
why am i too busy with myself,
while i can share it with you?

to whom that made me realize,
sometimes
being independent hurts ourselves,
thank you

googled

the moment just happened

such a miracle that we're looking for

a really long journey from this early year

in the end, we found the answer of;

"when it will be my turn?"


the wait finally over

whoever you, see you on November