When I see myself during these times
I feel that I really am young
Even with you in front of me
I don’t know what to do
He thought of the way, he pulled the courage to break the cage. He found out at last and series of exchanged thought came along the way ever since then. She was so much a young girl despite her age, a walking contradiction, a person of multilayered interpretation. Read her once would never be enough. It took another flip. And she was in a state of constant wander, why did it become a matter of paramount importance to her? When he thought she could have it the easiest way imaginable.
Will the day I hold her hand ever come?
Will the day I kiss her above her closed eyes also come