It was spring when we first met.
A beautiful spring.
We knew each other, but we didn't close.

Another year passed by....

It was spring again.
You were there, with your friends...
You were talking,
smiling,
laughing,
and did many silly things.
I was looking at you from a far...

Time went so fast..
It's been three years...
Since I acknowledged my feeling for you.
My feeling that similar to the spring flowers.
Sweet and beautiful.

I hope it's always spring,
So that my feeling for you will always bloom.