梦中人

Song for today: 梦中人 by Faye Wong



He looked like he was 18 years old, with such a clean face and hair style which appeared like the tail of a squirrel.
He was a silent one, but I knew that he could do that split in-the-air with one hand on the ground.

One word drew the flame on my cheeks. One glimpse hit the cherry taste on my tongue. And when he waved his arms to say goodbye, I knew I was looking at another me.

The boy was certainly a lovely one.

I knew I'd never feel the same if I saw him again.
I don't even know if I can see him again.