a sweet hello

if time permits our path to cross again

on days that my world no longer revolve around you

and my tidal storm have learnet to calm,

and my life was more than black and white,

i hope i could greet you with a sweet hello

i hope my world doesn't stop to your gaze

and my eyes don't refelct any trace of regrets

or hint of pain from the moments i endured,

and bullets i couldn't dodge,

and battles i have to win

i wish you meet me at a time

that i had forgiven myself

for wanting to tear the fabric of past

and ask fate to pull you back to me

when my days were shivering cold

i hope that when our fate tangles once again,

my world would recognize you, but it would continue spinning

that even if it knows who brought its doom before

it will greet you with kindness

for teaching it a bittersweet lesson

that a world's trajectory is not theirs, or anyone's or yours

it should be put on the hand of its own