i met you at the end of a summer.
this summer.
two different countries, two faraway lands..
we were neighbours by race

i thought i...
no i don't.
it would be too weird to think i love you,
now wouldn't it?

then somehow all came to an end,
but you wrote a letter today.
a long letter.
i caught a glimpse of your everyday,
i caught a part where you still cared about me.

and well, my reply didn't consist it but,
i miss our long talks too.
thank you.