I met someone. Someone has broken the bond holding the person back and is starting to learn Japanese intensively for the next 8 months.
 
It had a nice, familiar feel to it. We chatted about safe topics, not touching those close to our hearts, not necessarily by choice but out of sheer forgetfulness due to the genuine gladness overcoming you when you see a face that was once very dear.
 
Then I heard heavy rains and I woke up, lah.
 
他走了带不走你的天堂
风干后会留下彩虹泪光
他走了你可以把梦留下
总会有个地方等待爱飞翔