Strangers

I look for you in the yellowed leaves of autumn. I look for you in the first snowflakes I look for you in the first swallows of spring. I'm looking for you in the summer sun. I look everywhere, but I can't find you anywhere. How far have you gone? You were bewitched by the night, the lights were as if you wanted to spend your whole life in a single evening did not frighten you the darkness was your redemption your independence. In the past I loved you very much in the present I try to hate you in the future. Maybe I'll forget you. You might cease to exist for me.