First crush.
In middle of night,
In the mid of summer,In the chilling winter,
In the fading autumn,
In the fresh spring,
I always remember you,
As a stranger you appeared,
As my love you disappeared.
Stood in queue for you….
And I am still living with your memory.
A memory that haunts me all day long
But I believe you will one day be mine.
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