Your Hand Brushing Against Mine

In a busy crowd,

there isn’t such a thing like emptiness.

Thousands of people are pushing and pulling for a way out.

Nobody can hear each other,

They don’t understand each other.

Just when I think you already went home,

I see you and you’re still standing in this maze,

I smell your cologne.

I feel you’re hand brushing against mine.

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