the walks in October, the perils of dawn-scavenger;
meeting a stranger—merrily kissing against the silent harbinger.
he was an unbeliever, i was a great dealer;
and we both decided on the wheel of fortune teller.

the pale moonlight illuminated your brightest smile;
while running as if we're in a downpour near the Blue Nile.
the lamps glowed like fireflies across the sky;
we're strolling shortcuts as if running from a deadly crime.

under the ash-gray horizon fine-line;
we screamed ivy's greatest favorite bludger.
the nights witnessed endless time of dime;
i hope Octobers' could turn to cycle-less forever.