I really don't remember the day we met.
It's just so rapid that I haven't seen it and felt.
All of a sudden, you and I became this close.
And now, I'm writing you a poem
like those I have loved most.
The apartment's gate is now on our history.
It's the place where I first glance
your eyes and beauty.
It's the only witness that once in our life,
you showed your smiles to me.
And it's the place where our friendship starts,
then treats ourselves very nicely.
Early this morning, we acted like a couple
on a forbidden love story.
You threw pieces of notes outside your windows
for us to talk possibly.
Poor Ann, she couldn't go outside on 12s with me.
But we can have a chat that way every night,
We still are lucky.
Please don't blame me if one day I fall.
Life has many surprises, truly unpredictable.
The end of this summer is somewhat the beginning.
We could be the closest friends
that anyone has never imagined.