Retrospection.

Now I go home alone.

Along the way, I kept on thinking of the days when you used to pick me up from work.

And… I sort of hoped I bumped into your car on the way.

 

The moments when you picked me up cause it’s raining,

That time where we stopped by to get to-go meals,

How did we end up like this?

 

Car rides with you are always fun,

I get to hear how your days been,

We would sing along until our throat hurt,

Gloomy days were not so bad with you around.

 

I hope your days are better than mine,

With less rain and more rainbow.

And I hope one day we get to meet,

Under stars while we watch the moon blooms.