Last night, I sat on a rooftop.
where our dreams –
yours and mine-
Do you remember?
How we loved to be on a rooftop at 2am
giving no damn care about what was crazily revolving below.
We had such a good run, didn’t we?
Standing in the black air,
eyeing at the city where you live,
my tears dropped when the wind grieved.
My mind constantly cried how I wished you were here
though I know you couldn’t be.