A few days ago,
you named us, twilight-mate.
We used to enjoy many afternoons together.
Moved from a rooftop to another rooftop.
Waiting how the sun went down that day.
We were so happy.

So happy

Until we didn't realize that
we have the different line.
Each line--yeah, yours and mine--ever crossed
in that circumstances.

Now
It separated.
Going far,
far a way.

I don't know how yours.
But mine--I'm in the middle of nowhere;
Lost in space;
Drowned in mixed of thought and feeling;
Trapped in longing.


How are you today, my twilight-mate?
I really wish that our line's gonna crossing again.


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