INTRO: i was walking in a field on another planet with a girl. like always, i could not make out her face. but the air felt somehow nostalgic. the distance between us grew bigger with each and every step we took. there was always one big gap that set us apart. i could not remember how it feels to hold her, but always remember the sound of her voice. just when did i get into the habit of typing text messages without an address to send them to?
i have always been seeing past through you. my mind have always been wondering to a place where nobody can be and see.
it's a place i create for the deep memory. etched inside my mind with you being outside of it. when the cosmonaut's rocket was launched into the space, it carried away your tears from my attention.
it's a place i create for the deep memory. etched inside my mind with you being outside of it. when the cosmonaut's rocket was launched into the space, it carried away your tears from my attention.
the evening sky was a perfect background for a grandeur of a rocket lifted into the sky. clouds of smoke turned into a thin strip of white line reaching for the space. it was a history in the making and a future to be written.
unfortunately, it was not the future that i can see by being with you. i was closed into my own thoughts and memories. they were locked and trapped forever in time with no sign of surfacing back into the reality. there was nothing i could do. your tears were just your emotion towards my inability to see things as clearly as i could.
OUTTRO: i was walking in a field on another planet with a girl. like always, i could not make out her face. but the air felt somehow nostalgic. the distance between us grew bigger with each and every step we took. there was always one big gap that set us apart. i could not remember how it feels to hold her, but always remember the sound of her voice. just when did i get into the habit of typing text messages without an address to send them to? how much more do i have to lose? it is hard for me for that i am always being the one searching for your figure to appear somewhere...
credit to:
5 Centimeters Per Second: a chain of short stories about their distance. Japanese animated feature film by Makoto Shinkai.
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