A Cold Wind In the History Books

[lasting_sorrow]

Update: Working hard is hardly working.

The memory we shared
That one warm spring evening
Collectively makes us cry

Even between time and space
We can still feel our finger tips
Against finger tips

Cheek against cheek
We let our tears mingle
With our joy and sorrow

Now spring turns to summer
And then fall
And then winter

Years after years
The memory is scattered
Like dead leaves on calm water