Water under the bridge

Not under the bridge

Just watching at it looms

The bridge the bridge

The water isn’t flowing enough

The current is too weak

All these feelings

Leaden droplets

The let down was no let down

Simply empty

As the space which occupies

After the bridge

And under the bridge

Under the bridge

Perhaps due to the shade

Shapes of feelings change

Perhaps lead like a feather floats merrily down the stream

But I still dream of him every night

Those beautiful blue eyes

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