I heard that you often come here in the afternoon to send letters


And every week you linger at the art exhibition
Yet you still haven't stopped
No matter how I patrol back and forth
I still brush past you
Still in our own universes
Missing spring
Just a little bit
We could have met again
Unfortunately, we just barely missed
Ambushed from all sides
Making the loneliness even more raw
Just a little bit more
We could have met again
It seems we should have met long ago
But we just walked straight past
Only a glance away
Missing each other
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