Friends

In the forest of crumbling buildings
I swallowed the vibrant air, hiding away

Sneaking through the secret path
Fingers brushing against the fading trends
It wasn’t just a game
I even decided my fate

The bread I dropped on the way home
Even if it crumbles on the asphalt
The wind that slaps my back carries
Nostalgic footsteps and your voice

In the droplet of the moon that seems to spill
I swallowed my unspoken tears and smiled

On the familiar night of voices
Why is this place so wide, pretending?
Don’t let go of my hand
I know the pitfall

Because your sideways glance is too honest
I can’t quite lie
Still lingering in my palm
Are the promises of distant days and your dreams

The bread I dropped on the way home
Even if it crumbles on the asphalt
The wind that slaps my back carries
Nostalgic footsteps and your voice