I Stopped Chasing
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I Stopped Chasing

I Stopped Chasing.

Time ran fasts.
The last time I came here
There were still you and me.

The bell rang.
It’s now or never.
You stopped, I paused.

The leaf withered.
Here I am standing
Thinking it was still spring.

The photographs faded.
Looked back, ended.
Then I stopped chasing.