But you Didn't...
You didn't took my hand...
You'd stare at it and gave me that Blank look...
Blank would be a nice description...
I could hear your heart beating as you were merely a few distance apart...
But that distance grew...
And next, I found you across me...
So far that it'd take years to catch up...
You were always running... I tried to follow your tempo...
But you were still so far... That it'd take the speed of light to catchup...
Far... Until your sight weren't within my range...
Then... I'd just sit down... and stone....
My eyes looking up... Hoping you'd turn back and picked me up...And tears started to roll down my cheekbone...
You'd always take a glimpse back...
But your heart would always remind you to keep running...
You'd not have the time to even take a glimpse back from the corner of your eyes...
I would be disappointed... If you came back and pick me up...
As I always wanted to be ALONE... 一人ぼっち

死亡是不是终点?