This might have been a secret
Like the wild story of every fig
Pushed beyond their limit to sprout
Pushed beyond their limit to grow
Pushed beyond their limit to mature
No matter it was a desolate fig tree
Or rain in the spring and frost in the winter
Stars and mist after the dusk
All couldn't help making their promises
Just like us exchanging our vows
at a roadside motel in the town
which would disappear soon
The faint lamplight pushed beyond its limit to be our witness
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You thought all motels would look the same
Just like all figs would look alike
I thought our promises might be different
You said promises were the same as
Those figs that grew and perished alone
If they were never tasted by someone
It made no difference if they fell and rotted
I thought I hadn't heard from you for ages.
The city I lived in was covered by the heaviest snow ever
I was beleaguered by the heaviest insomnia ever
At dawn, I saw a sentence written by nobody on the fresh snow -
Let's be lovers tonight
So I could forget you for the rest of my life
Just like one fig forgot another fig
It was another wild secret of every fig
Pushed beyond their limit to grow
Pushed beyond their limit to fall
Pushed beyond their limit to forget
Just like the promises we made at the roadside motel