This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Waseda chapter.
In this class, I see you again
my eyes instinctively find you
ever since I don’t know when
but I know it’s already you
your aura gave a distinctive feeling
of being mysterious and enigmatic
but I know it’s your method of concealing
of that smile that’s so ecstatic
I wish we could talk again once more
With those short conversations
Which I truly adore
with always had different interpretations
But we can’t talk anymore
Because I know we drifted away,
I know I’m not someone you’d call for
I’m not someone you need to stay
I look at you again
Feeling a lot of regrets
Now you were part of my then
Like you were part of my old cassettes
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