September 18th:
your birthday
a house never seen before, inside:
a magician doing tricks, and
a young me, speechless
you drank your green tea
wearing colorful clothes
your blond hair was loose in the wind
shining like the moon
you were a rainbow
you were everything
and I'm nothing
I can't compete with your brightness
because I'm gloomy, and
I've lost what it takes to enjoy living:
you
I'm sorry
