We were just young with untamed spirits running like hell.
all we knew was when will we see the next day and how will we be free-running into the night's dream.
We didn't care about anything else. It was always to seek the spirits of howling wolves and moves that made our lips sink into each other.
Bound by waves and sunsets that lit up the moon's eyes, we knew then.
This is our moment to be alive as there was no time to say "Miss me Then."