Que Kou (缺口)

It's dawn, and you're asleep, secretly at my lips.

Planting a flower that blooms a million times in a beautiful dream.

In my dreams, I can't remember the original intention of loving you.

You mischievously remind me with your toes.

I'm quiet, you're chatty, I love cats, you love dogs.

We have no excuse for a love at first sight.

After a cup of coffee, clues of excitement remain.

The story drifts again at the intersection.

I want to walk in the rain holding an umbrella with you, silently holding hands as we go.

But you throw the umbrella into the wind, embracing the rain and me.

We're completely different yet hard to resist; even our lies are transparent.

The evidence needed in love is contradictory yet beautiful.

You are you, and I can only be me.

We are each other's gaps.

I'm quiet, you're chatty, I love cats, you love dogs.

We have no excuse for a love at first sight.

After a cup of coffee, clues of excitement remain.

The story drifts again at the intersection.

I want to walk in the rain holding an umbrella with you, silently holding hands as we go.

But you throw the umbrella into the wind, embracing the rain and me.

We're completely different yet hard to resist; even our lies are transparent.

The evidence needed in love is contradictory yet beautiful.

You are you, and I can only be me.

We are each other's gaps.

Suddenly, my fingers catch on a hole in my pocket.

Your laugh is once again familiar in my ear.

Under the streetlight, trembling, I look up to see your constellation.

Only then do I understand that loneliness is a luxurious feeling.

I want to walk in the rain holding an umbrella with you, silently holding hands as we go.

But you throw the umbrella into the wind, embracing the rain and me.

We're completely different yet hard to resist; even our lies are transparent.

The evidence needed in love is contradictory yet beautiful.

You are you, and I can only be me.

We are each other's gaps.