First mornings were remembered, and
my eyes always searched for you in the crowd.
My hands were trembling in the cold,
mornings were colder back when I was insecure but
I still remember how I wanted your warmth.
So I know how I was lonely back then,
just taking a simple glance secretly made me
happier, not-so-lonelier, and the pain…
was all replaced with a fond smile.
I knew how all seasons had come to pass,
and then now the mornings weren't so cold anymore—
it was a silenced ticking clock that even though
the mornings were all the same,
the feelings in my heart unrest were now
put to sleep.