A Made Up Poem For The Week,
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The Milky Way looms over the hill of despair
The cold wind ruffles my stole again
âJust once a yearâ
How does it feel?
Just trying to imagine it made tears stream down my face.The place where we promised to meet
"You Haven't Changed Much I See.â
In the cloudy underground
If thereâs no stars, we should just become starsâDonât goâ âUntil you forgive meâ
I want to see you more than yesterday, like Altair and Vega
When the rain of tears stops, may the magpies make a bridge
Connecting usThe Milky Way looms over the low hill
The scenery I see is different from what I imagined
Have I gotten further than I did then?
The answer isnât no
But itâs not far enoughA mean âGodâ is testing us
Iâll fill the empty seats and move on to the next stageIf you ask what our relationship is, maybe weâre more than friends...
Or maybe thatâs not quite right...
âA bondâ is the right word
As we fight with each other
As we share with each otherâAre you OK now?â âI still canât do itâ
I want to do this for you
I hope we can still smile tomorrow
Itâs so hard, so hard
And we donât know when weâre going to die
Thatâs why Spica is selfishI donât âwishâ on a star, I âvowâ to the Milky Way
Listen to my monologue
âWeâll stay together year after yearâ, thatâs all I want to sayThe place where we promised to meet
âStill the same as always, huh?â
In the cloudy underground
If thereâs no stars, we should just become stars
As we make fun of each other
As we hear each otherâHey, where are you?â âIn the earthâ
Iâm not an astronaut
So going below the ozone layer is no problem for me
âGot it, Iâll be right thereâ
You want to stay until dawn, right?
In our precious place? -
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