It was a spring day in second year, after the rain, when from a corner of the schoolyard
I watched your back as you ran, wavering alongside droplets of light
I scribbled everything I wanted to tell you in the corner of my textbook
It unmistakably was love… not just my misunderstanding
The spring came; though I loved you so much
The walls, the windows, the sky all disappeared
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, but
I still wanted to watch you, without a doubt
I just wanted to watch you
Just having learned the guitar, my F chord’s still pretty rough
But I’ll keep learning until I can play the classic rock you love
The spring wind was something I loved so much
The flowers, my love, your voice: will it carry them all away?
I’ve gotta find them once more, in an still-unseen, brand-new place
“The spring comes, no matter how far apart we grow
This, that, everything’s right by your side”
So sang the petals, softly as they fluttered and wavered
So laughed the petals
I put cliche words to a song, “We’ll meet again in ten years”
As you leave town first thing tomorrow morning, I wish you all the best