SKETCH

That day, I sketched to make you laugh
Want to draw your joyful face
Want to try and save your smile

Said to move as you please
You seemed lost

Somehow it looked like you wanted me to choose
Seems like you're use to it

Asked you to laugh, and you laughed
Not to move, and you didn't move
To hold this, and you held it
Not to look away, you didn't look away
Asked if you want to stop, and you stopped

My painting was good
but on the canvas there were only dark colors
We spent time together
We learned we can't understand each other

That day, I sketched to make you laugh
Wanting to draw your joyful face

Wanting to try and save your smile

You laugh happily when I said
You look good in the gray sweater
I didn't think such words would make you happy

Asked you to laugh, you didn't seem to like it
Not to move, you seemed sad
To hold this, you threw it away
Not to look away, you got mad
Asked if you want to stop, and you sigh

My painting was no good, but on the canvas there were
only bright colors
But we spent time facing each other
We learned to understand each other

Dark pictures, bright pictures
kept in the corner
Are there more dark pictures?
After all, the ones I put up
After all, the bright ones
To be able to put them up, after all
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