At a promise to meet you, you’ve never been coming to me at the appointed time, I got weary of waiting for a long time, I had repetitiously, remembered your smiling face on the screen, and beautifully sweet voice, I tried to pick up so impressive shaped clouds with sunny beaming, though you’d never come to me all the day.

How many times I’ve spent the sort of moments in my life?
But at each time, I tried to think life thing was the sort of it.

At a promise to meet you, you’ve never been coming to me at the appointed time, I got tired of waiting for you, after waiting for you for a long time, I had spoken words easily avoided.

Looking around the woods, I tried to pick up so aggressive shaped branches with sunny peaking, though you’d never come to me all that day.

How many times I’ve exhausted the sort of moments in my life?
But at each time, I tried to give in ease with the sort of it.

But, possibly, at the matter of fact, I just wanted you to come to me as you promised, but just teasing me, I just might to be wanting teased by you, coz I truly have been frightened by your pure hearty, coz I didn’t want to deflower your it.

To get weary of waiting for you, that is my masochistic mind game, you know.

But since tomorrow, I’ll be settled to fixed home, coz I’ve got to know, I must not escape from true love, I’ve got to know I’d ready gotten weary of waiting for you, coz, you are beside me now.

All things I’m fed up with must provide me another unknown somewhat, but only with it, being beside you would push other all tiny things aside, but I’ve survived only for knowing it.

So only for knowing it, all things to feel in getting weary of waiting for you, only for knowing it, all reminiscence to be broken of an engagement with you must have been needed to me, now I can think so too.

But that feeling would come again to me, from this time on, wouldn’t it?
No idea, only just now I have.

But only blowing wind now I feel can tell me next thing to do to me, now so far.

(Mar. 5, 6th. 2020)