Saturday, February 14, 2009


Anything we love, and we hate
Rest in here, the heart of the sky.
When the world is nothing accurate,
Endlessly strive,
Not to cry.
If rain comes now, with wind blows up
Million teardrops’d happily fall
If ice melts now to snow enough
So blue and sweet, the goodness of all!
Should I forget, and carry on,
Yearning to live, forever alone?
Or I’ll come back, to have you mine,
Until we’re dead, together we’ll shine…!
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