nct is not gay, I guess.

Jumbo hatdog

I’ll be waiting for you.

Memories of you, lingers.

An empty literature that conveys unspoken words.

busy streets among the hectic road of what could have been our cornelia street. every red lights I pass by, your red locks seems to be keeping in sight- everything is about you. was it the first week of may? was it the end of april? I don’t know. inclination hasn’t ended here as I am still waiting for you to come back. back in where it all started, back when I was still in the grasp of your palm. don’t worry, I am sat like a broken porcelain doll- waiting for the craftsman to be picked up. you cannot defy that feeling in your heart, getting rid of it is impossible, for it has been there since the glimpse of as sunrise. you chose to be the moon, following the brightness of your dreams. you shine like there's no tomorrow, yet why does it seems you're in so much pain? countless stars shines together with you, yet you feel so lonely. they love you but why are you seeking pain? you love someone who's not yours but to someone else's. your heart desires for more of them, your brain seek a long rest.

blossoming trees alongside the streets of tokyo; to where we thought we could find each other again like the old times.