I wrote this aproximately 2 years ago, and i haven't edited this since. I wrote this acording to another Japaneese song, but i have forgotten what it was called. I'll add it in once i remember! ^_^.

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I stand on this busy road waiting for you, while life goes on past me. I have been caught out of time for you. The chill wind blows around and everyone around me clutches their warm coats closer. Yet here I stand the wind whistling around my bare legs, clutching my bare arms and bracing myself against the wind. Dead leaves do acrobatic dances with chip packets and pieces of paper. It is getting, dark as the sun moves on without me. Neon lights flick on as more people crowd onto the street, picking up takeaways, meeting friends, shopping and kissing. I still stand here waiting, wondering how longi can stay here. The night air has cooled and the chill wind dropped. Cars swish past as do the motorcycles, seated with boys and girls. It is getting late and the people are disappearing. Rain starts to fall, Not a light drizzle but a torrent of heavy drops. Everyone scatters except for me. I stand here at the place I was to meet you, And I open my arms to the drenching rain, as I remember…

… Remember the first time we met. I was running to a class slightly late and tripped over a crack in the walkway. Your bike sped past me along with every one else. Then stopped as I gathered my books and papers. The sound of it’s engine grew louder as you reversed. It’s engine idled as you got off with your helmet still on, and helped me pick up my things. Then you mounted and rode off before I could say “thank you”…

…And I can hear the sound of the now gentle rain, falling on the leaves of a near by tree, and I remember…

… I remember the second time we met. I was in the library studying and you were looking for something. You looked lost, so I asked if you needed help. You looked at me with those startled eyes and nodded your head. We found your book and then went to study under a tree. We found we studied the same topic. The sky was plain blue and the tree swayed slightly in a breeze, its leaves a luminous lime green. The sun then set and we walked to the university entrance. We said “Good-bye” then parted. I looked back to see you put on a helmet and mount that red bike. Then I realized who you were. You were the quiet boy in the front row of my high school classes. The boy who was there yet not there, who knew the answers to every question yet would only answer them when no one else could. You were the boy in my lecture class who was always taking notes and handed in everything in on time with out any fluster. You were the boy who kept apart , yet somehow survived. You were the motor cyclist who stopped to help me when no one else would. You were too shy to stop for a “thank-you”…

…And now it is the third time I meet you, if you show up. Maybe you have lost your nerve to meet me, yet too shy to phone me. It is late autumn an odd time for a potential love to blossom, in this cold and rainy season. I hear a lone motorcycle and look up hopefully. But it is not yours. This one is blue and the helmet is different. I look up at the rain and when I look back, the motor cyclist is walking towards the nightclub a few meters away. I start to wonder when I should go. The motorcyclist diverts his path slightly towards me and you take your helmet off. You stand in front of me, smiling a little hesitantly, head on one side, not sure of my response, offering a spray of orange and peach blossoms. I take your gift and hug you. I feel you relax and your arms gently around me, hardly touching. We stand there as the rain continues to fall around us…

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As you can tell i love symbolism ( or maybe you can't tell but that dosen't matter). I specifically chose the season and flowers for what they represent. The ends a bit predictable though...