Non-chalantly looking from a distance,
I found your eyes among the great and busy crowd
and wonder how I can think of happy endings
when we already lost the ending from the start.
I kept lingering on your eyes for a moment,
but they are like withered embers of the past gone
where we feign ignorance because we failed each other
and random, fleeting glances are all we can share.
And so the wind blows,
and my eyes blink to new directions.
