the first snow: yixing

the first snow falls

he’s still not over her

a year

three hundred and sixty-five days

since the heartbreak

the sorrow

if they met again, would tears rise up?

would his bruised heart be patched up by the falling snow?

last christmas

he was full of regrets

he let her go

he watched as she got further and further

she left

it’s now too late to want her back

or is it?

moonlight: kyungsoo

she was like the moon

she was often shrouded in darkness

a partĀ of her was always hidden away

but then! moonlight.

her moonlight recedes

diminishes

retreats

further, and further away

he can’t hold her

he can’t touch her

he’s anxious

but it’s clearly a sad story come alive

xx edaline