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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