Next Stop

Will we meet at the next stop
The face I missed
Will we meet at the next blue stop
The scenery I used to talk about

The sky falls at a set time
Barely catching the falling stars
Only one person, like a fool
Doesn't know how to leave

Drip drip drip, light beams fall vertically indifferently
Following the light, heavy sighs fall

Will we meet at the next stop
The person I missed
Will we meet at the next blue stop
The face I used to talk about

Petals spread above my head, like a flower blooming
Shadows dancing along with ecstasy, getting longer

Will we meet at the next stop
The wind I missed
Will we meet at the next blue stop
The memories I used to talk about

Or maybe in this world, will we echo
In a place we've never left