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“The things we had once seen and heard disappeared. The things that disappeared were though remembered. And they echo... echo... keep echoing... ”

The gasoline ran out, we did not refill the tank.
We reached the exit, and went on with separate ways.
The broadcaster announced the time, we switched the circuit off.
The moon had to sleep, the sun would replace the stars.

We could see that there was a crack above us even the sky clouded over. Something that I did not understand suddenly appeared to be answers. I finally pieced together what happened to you. Fumes from your exhausted shoulders went up, and my weakened body sank. Was this what you wanted it to be?

For many times, I saw you standing outside the door, then I thought you would always be there. For many times, I saw you being a photographer, then I thought I would always be your model. For many times, we walked along this long long avenue, then I thought we would always be riding the merry-go-round. Suddenly I realized that we were going nowhere.

Under the same sheltering sky, I had always thought I would see what you would from the hole we took turns peeking through. I had always wished you would know how I felt. In every single day, in every word you would say, I had always believed in you. I would never doubt a single question, I had always kept silent, I had always believed in you...

The shadows we carried began to crawl over my head, sometimes far but sometimes near.
I had always come to you, but could you see me?
The perfumes we wore began to flow down my spine, always strong and always real.
I had always been with you, but could you sense me?
The names we called each other began to echo across my ears, so blur yet so clear.
I had always been calling you, but could you hear me?

The streetlights were on, I was heading my home.
The dawn polished my dreams, I felt happiness.
The breeze blew with understanding, we both felt tenderness.
When I got off your car, I would no longer be your passenger.

The things we had once seen and heard disappeared. The things that disappeared were though remembered. And they echo... echo... keep echoing.

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