hope

Sometimes I sit at my window

Feel the breeze come in,

Look at the sparse lights and wonder

Will this ever end?

But the answer's the same as always

Yes, it will

As all things come to an end

With or without our will.

And then that makes me realise

How much I want us to last, 

That in the future years

We are not strangers who pass

Each other on the street, and smile for the sake of smiling

Greet for the sake of being polite and 

then ignore each other and continue on walking.