Every thought of you
in my mind
is floating, like in space,
I pluck them one by one
to resume from the beginning
and wandering around
in the same moment
again & again.
Possibilities of getting lost
is probably up to edge of the universe
And over infinite lines of leeway.
Remaining of stardust, charms
upon the fate of our togetherness,
And forgets the consequences
of being detained in this land
full of epileptic minds.
The galaxy of our stars
are already mixed upon our heads
All I am waiting for you to Hold my Hand.