Bittersweet Memories

If you were to ask me what kind of student I used to be,
Honestly speaking, I couldn’t give you an exact answer.
Lessons were always boring from what I could remember,
With me hiding at the far end of the corner.

Ya…I was that kid in high school.
And what kept me going was the trip to school.
I would wake up early to stand in front of the queue,
Not boarding the train until I saw you.

I never knew your name,
We weren’t from the same school.
Your uniform always looked so new,
I felt so good standing next to you.

If only you knew how I feel,
If only I were within your scope of view,
If only you would take some time away from your book,
If only I had the courage to say “I like you”.

True enough, I didn’t get to see you after the summer break.
I even went to wait at your school’s main gate.
It’s either you have moved or graduated,
But it sure left me with one hell of a heartache.