Do you know that feeling of
getting to know a place
and leaving a piece of your heart there when you left?
You've moved on with your life.
You don't revisit that place anymore,
nor do you miss that piece of your heart.
The moment you catch a glimpse of it in passing,
suddenly you're reminded of memories crystallized in that space and time:
freshly cut grass, flowers in your hair,
and a version of you who was hopeful, happy, and sad.
The train moves fast and slow through the scenes of your past life,
rain sprinkling as your heart murmurs,
as if it were never gone.
Through the foggy window, you see yourself back then,
smiling through your misty eyes.
As if it were already gone.
Raindrops gently tapped on your shoulders,
whispering to look out the glistening window.
It's a new season. Happy, sad, hopeful.
getting to know a place
and leaving a piece of your heart there when you left?
You've moved on with your life.
You don't revisit that place anymore,
nor do you miss that piece of your heart.
The moment you catch a glimpse of it in passing,
suddenly you're reminded of memories crystallized in that space and time:
freshly cut grass, flowers in your hair,
and a version of you who was hopeful, happy, and sad.
The train moves fast and slow through the scenes of your past life,
rain sprinkling as your heart murmurs,
as if it were never gone.
Through the foggy window, you see yourself back then,
smiling through your misty eyes.
As if it were already gone.
Raindrops gently tapped on your shoulders,
whispering to look out the glistening window.
It's a new season. Happy, sad, hopeful.