white string’s

i still remember you told mee
you want to give a notebook to mee
and you choosed
you searched the whole library
and you kept it
said one day you’d give it to mee
i let it be

but the day
never made it into my story
i wonder
where is the notebook now, it’s a mystery

i moved on
but it occured to mee one sunny
thinking back my once fairy tale story
what you had prepared in the notebook for mee
i wonder
O i wonder

i want to know the whole story
and write it down properly
i want to draw the whole story
and paint it nicely

why you left mee
back in time
why you left mee
with intact memory
of old times
of old times

now i sit here holding my pen
thinking of when i last holding your hand
now i’m staring into the blank
faces of you flashed and went

why you left mee
in such hurry
why you left mee
with a hole in my history
of old times
that does not rhyme