If you were the breeze in Spring,
Then I would be the kite that soars the highest.
If you were a bolted door along some random alley,
I would be the climbing vine outside.
If you were an elusive rainbow
I wouldn't mind being the passer-by's celebratory exclamation.
If you were instead the distant stars
I would be the admiring gaze from afar
Yet you have chosen to be an ordinary person
And so I am the person who has falls in love with you
Willing to have my soul trapped in this body
Only asking to be paired with you
But you already are the most ordinary person
Outwardly perfect yet so unwise inside
Our hands have met, our shoulders have brushed,
But our souls will not acknowledge each other
If you were the restless second hand on the clockface
I would have been the gear silently toiling behind you
If you were an ink blot left behind by the blue pen
I would have been the stain on the back of the paper
Yet, you have chosen to be an ordinary person
Just not a person who could love me
It does not matter what form my soul assumes
We will never be together
So it seems that I am already an ordinary person
Understanding everything yet hurting so much.
I can laugh with you, and share my deepest thoughts with you
Yet our souls dare not acknowledge each other.