Little did I know that we would meet again,
That our efforts to stay away would die in vain.
At first glance I turned my back,
And you walked towards the tunnel dark and black.
But would memories allow us to part?
What about the aching heart?
The ripples in the seas of affection,
Made us hold hands despite apprehensions.
The hand that was once mine,
Late winters and early spring time.
I wish the these sorrows would be washed away by the seas
The twilight hours would witness joys and you and me.
Despite our parallel paths,
we met again;
Despite our pains and tears,
we have to part ways again.
The seas reflect our throbs and sorrows,
We leave wondering what’s for tomorrow;
A tomorrow without eachother,
A tomorrow, just another.