Let's turn back the time.
To our last meeting, seeing tears crawl back to your eyes. The candle start to build up. We're walking backwards from table no. 17 to home.
To our last quarrel. When your rusty voice echoed back inside your mouth. My broken mug start to stick together one more time. I'm walking backwards to my home with anger.
To our last kiss. When it's start to get bitter. Where you kissed someone else. Before I finally know the truth.
To our first kiss. To our first hug. To our first meeting.
We're moving backwards.
When you and me just a friend's friend. Without ever knowing each other's name.
Let's go back to be stranger again.
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