to Ginotin

Can't remember when was the very late time i saw your smile and the grating symphony we orchestrated together by those bearings in the wheels of our skateboards. The love pattern woven from azalea by lovers in the lawn at the maingate seems like the amorphous clouds gifted from above -- sweet yet fleeting.
And you are flown to a place with more sunshine and it will beam through the tangled complexity of love and vaporize the tears on your face--then I will see your smile again and the symphony shall be heard again.