We've met that day, when the
rain poured down.
When the wind quicken it pace.
When the cold cracked our
skin.
It’s all started when the red flower of paradise bloomed.
Legend said
that if we met a person when those flowers bloomed, we may not meet that person
again for some reason.
Yet, how am I supposed to explain that I saw you right now?
I can touch you, feel you
Is this some kind of dream or has destiny played our
feelings?
This is the second time,
The second time you stared at me with that
affection,
you caressed my cheek with that gentleness,
you hug me like there’s
no tomorrow,
you kissed me with so much love.
The second time and you already
treated me like a little diamond, so precious.
This is, surely, a broken
legend.
by : AkiraRins
