We're two parallel lines,
feel so close
but actually so far away.
Your eyes are a deep blue ocean,
my heart is a floating cloud.
Ocean and cloud meet here that I believed horizon.
I thought to see myself in your eyes,
it's a misunderstand,
even though cloud become heavy rain
cannot drop into your deep heart.
I am so hungover
because of love,
sober up painfully,
say goodbye by sorrow.
We're two parallel lines,
the fool had ever expected the crosspoint
that not exist.
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