One untrue thing

"For the world,

there are a thousand roads,

a thousand distances,

and a thousand truths between you and me.

But one untrue thing exists between us:

you don't know me,

and I don't know you.

You are the mathematics

of my memory;

you are the waiting time on my mobile.

Yes, I am the companion who can't meet you in life.

I am the road that loves you;

I am the distance that loves you.

I am the wet happiness in your smile.

I am the regret

that your situation demands

but fails to reach.

Yes, I am the traveler

who dies with you

and who lives with you

without ever meeting.'