The Chair

I still see me, sitting at the same chair
watching you and passing you the same glare
however, this time the fate isn't mine
but who knows, the future flair

extending my thoughts to the past occasions
leave me nowhere to go,
am still sitting at the same chair
who knows the change in the love show.

The same roof, the same boy,
i still remembered that blush and joy
vintage vinyl was my love there
who knows, may someday you like the chair boy

Somewhere, in my heart i know
you are like fire and am melting snow,
but still that chair creeks in my head
and who knows, the coming fate glow.

and then it never happens,
the chair stopped...