As my eyes passed by the bookshelf

I noticed the first page of an old diary inside

Cold air, sunlight, unfamiliar feelings

Yeah, that’s how it all began

Mornings repeating, busy for no real reason

So many seasons that felt endlessly long

At the end of a worn-out day

When the bell rang and I walked out the school gate

Why did it feel so good back then?

So many firsts and something new

Those distant days, filled to the brim

The worn pages and clumsy handwriting

Pull me back to then

The days I smiled and the days I cried

All just a single page of a day

The younger, smaller me back then

Is speaking to me now

Memories of my first love and first goodbye

A year thick with excitement and pain

In an ordinary, nothing-special day

Walking hand in hand down a quiet street

Why did it feel so good back then?

So many firsts and something new

Those distant days, filled to the brim

The worn pages and clumsy handwriting

Pull me back to then

The me in these pages and who I am now

Without even noticing

I’ve changed so much

“I wish I could turn back time”

The words stop at my lips, then slip away

So when I look back on this moment someday

I won’t fill it with regret

Page by page, the scribbled diary

Turns into a letter for my future self

Once again, I’ll pause in front of the bookshelf

Remembering today

I should write in my diary today

Someday I’ll open it again

Smiling, glad to see it again