Everlasting

The first week of February

nothing went too special

I peer at the music box you gave me

that painted with little flowers 

with the little ballerina in it

It is the one pretty thing i owned

My fingers strayed to the winding key on the back

It reminded me

Three years ago,In the late evening

you 

crouched down,relaxed

near the bristly grass just infront of my house

your face turned up to gaze at the stary night sky

and me

standing right beside you

embarrassed,cheeks burning

that happens three years ago

and now

you always speak thoughtfully

and just waiting for my agreement

you smile delightedly

while i am remained silent

i couldn't see any expressions from your face

none of them appeared

I might not get what you said in time

and you don't seemed to explain anyway

who's right who's wrong

There was no answer for this

Time makes differences between us

a huge gap

an enourmous gulf

between you and me

that never can be healed