Dazzled in a world of treachery,
I stood alone on the edge of this humanity.
Daunted by a cobweb of frauds,
You drooped your head to search for the next step.

By that chance of one in a million,
we met at the crossroad of vanity and complacence.
But under your pitch-black hood,
I detected a flash of pristine beauty.

Maybe you and I were destined to pass by,
or perhaps our paths would intwine once again.
If there was only one thing I can hold true to my heart,
would you be my holy hand?

From afar, you threw away that grey coat.
And towards me you came, inch by inch.
I could not look straight into your eyes,
since you were busy staring at the ground.

Then we parted, naturally,
just like how we came together.
Without an exchange of words,
or even a slight change in our expression.

I chose not to look at your silhoutte,
because the wind was blowing sand at my back.
But, maybe it was just a hallucination,
I heard a quiet voice:

"Good day. Good bye."

A beginning, followed by an end.
Swift as it could be, there went another silent story.
Suddenly I understood,
I was just another passenger in your life.

Still I walked on,
as if nothing had really happened.
My life would be different without you,
but I guess it was meant to be.

I felt a slight flutter,
in my already stone-hard emotion.
Having lost the sight of my destination,
I sensed that terrifying helplessness again.

With the last bit of faith,
I raised my chin up one more time.
If winter had already come,
the spring wouldn't be too far away.

Maybe someday I would recall,
"O, on that day, at that crossroad, I met an angel.
She was wounded, all banged up in pure black,
but I still saw her eyes. And it was just fascinating."

I wish I had at least spoken to her,
but there was no way to travel back in time.
If we would meet again in another dimension,
please let me rewrite the story.