11:11,

11:11,

(when there's not much time left to the day, when we used to make wishes and laugh)

to me
you're that:
1 dream,
1 wish,
1 time,
1 special
moment,
1 beautiful
moment,
1 fleeting
moment,
1 precious
lifetime,
e l e v e n
e l e v e n
11:11

//

11:11, you came to me in such a tough time, becoming more than just a song to me, more than your autumn-like feels, more than your sadness and melancholy, more than just a comfort and reassurance that (like a strange flower that blooms between seasons, like the morning star that hangs between days; all of this, some day, will pass) 11:11 you're more than just a wish,

you're my one special moment, one fleeting moment, one beautiful moment and one rare unexpected moment that I want to come to standstill, you are that one precious feeling that comes alive. you're one moment my heart stops to let me breathe just for 1 moment and live in the moment. you're one moment I can be free and I want to stay in you, 11:11 (almost forever)

11:11, you make me believe in that moment (everything finds its place and returns – that if I finally smile as if nothing happened, calling out your name won't hurt as much as it does now)

//

11:11

dreaming of the day time stops and actually stays

11:11

in hopes that one day she could live 11:11 a little longer,