As I looked into the sky, I saw a jet gliding to the east.
I looked down to my wrist, seeing her given beads.
Memories of her rush to my melancholic mind,
She is already long gone, I should heed.

I picked up a paper, and made a paper plane.
Slowly and steady, the plane began its campaign.
I closed my eyes, and made a little wish,
The plane flew, like a free bird, unchained.

Hoping the plane will complete its journey,
Quick or slow, a long way without hurry.
All the way, just to see her once,
Just catch the gaze of her eyes, the ultimate jewellery.

If she somehow sees the plane, she might appreciate the art.
This, would warm up the diary, the diary of my heart.

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