i was moving on my wheelchair,
moving very fast,
but i stopped,
stopped so suddenly,
coz there was you.
you stopped me.
your hand signalled me to stop.
i was confused,
so confused.
why did you stop me?
"Were you wandering around,
Looking for an erased dream too?
It’s different from the typical definition of destiny,
Your pained eyes are looking at the same place as me."
you held out a hand,
the hand you used to stop me,
was now the hand for me to shake.
it took me a while,
but i shook it.
i shook your hand.
you told me your name.
i told you mine.
i thought you had a beautiful name,
just as beautiful as the flowers,
blooming outside,
just as beautiful as you.
but this feeling I felt,
what was this feeling?
"Even if the desert becomes cracked,
No matter who shakes this world,
Don't let go of the hand you're holding,
Please don’t wake up from this dream."