Lonely Street

When my life gets dried, you come to me as a rain to pour on my heart. We are only thinking of each other. We are not so close and not so far. I whisper to you but I can’t say I love you. I’m afraid we might get farther away in an unstoppable time. We are just standing under the lights in lonely street missing each other.

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