When?

All along from the start,
i see your soul salvaged my body,
disgrace my own soul on pursuing,
on the white bench beside your house,
i cried.
Step out the circle that u drew,
i made up a story to convince myself,
every single scars on me,
crying for the touch of your smile,
the smile that will never shine on me again.

I see a couple sitting beside a tree,
the tree which curved our names,
with a burned mark on it,
a secret which caused us apart,
will it be rewind?

Stand still on the ground while you call me,
i thought i would be stronger.

The warmth feels of your fingers,
still crawling around my arm,
the stars i named our names,
becomes so dim and dark.

Should i start now?
Drying the river or build a dam?

When will the black dot vanish,
tonight?

or maybe tomorrow?
When?