we sat down and drank together.
your height changed a bit, but not the expression on your face.
eyes were still gloomy, mind was still packed with loads of thoughts.
you told me you disliked talking,
so we sat with your voice absent, and mine present.
we performed on a night bus gentlely.
played about 7 or 8 songs together,
no one clapped hands or watched us,
but we just enjoyed ourselves.
we live in our little world,
share our very same feelings.
I guess, no one can understand, the thing between you and me.
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