TOUCH OF A FRIEND

THE DAY WE MET IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY,

ONE METRE THE GAP WE HAVE.
THE CONVERSATION WE HAD TOGETHER,
CAN ONLY HEAR HIS VOICES BUT NOT MINE.


WALKING IN THE STRANGE LAND,
FRESH NEW WORDS IN LABEL OF STALL.
FASHION IN MANEQUIN LIGHTED MY EYES,
HOWEVER, MY HEART AND MIND IS HALF-CLOSED.



QUESTION HE ASKED FOR MY PROFILE,
THE DETECTIVE GAME I PLAY.
COLD AS MY HEART WILL BE,
THE MIND GAMES IS A TEST OF FUN,
WHICH GUYS DISLIKE THIS CHILDISH FUN.
QUOTED BY THE WORDS OF WISDOM.



SHOP IN COLORS OF RAINBOW,
ONE METER CONVERT TO CENTIMETER.
A CENTIMETER AWAY WE HAVE,
AT THE END NO MEASUREMENT CAN BE USED.



A SUDDEN TOUCH ONTO THE LAYER OF SKIN,
MAKE ME SURPRISE LIKE A MOUSE IN THE HOLE.
FEEL LIKE RUNNING AWAY IN THE FERRARI F1 RACE.
HELD SO TIGHTLY, WHAT THE HECK IS HE DOING.
NO GUYS HAS HELD ME SUCH CLOSE,
EXCEPT MY CLOSED ONE



HIS FACE FLASHING IN MY MIND OF TURMOIL,
IS A SWEET DREAM OR A NIGHTMARE.
TO FORGET HIS FACE AND HIS BREATH OF SMOKE.
LET THE TIME ERASE OFF AS DAYS PASSED BY,
OR OPEN MY COLD HEART TO THIS FRIEND OF TOUCH.