I'm playing back the melody you hummed , because you couldn't whistle
The motion of your tears , passes through the air at the moment you
lightly touched my arm.
The sun is bright, and i turned my eyes away from your signal ,
because I've been alone. The stars are too wide..
Give me another chance.
When our hearts overlap , it will rise like a color pattern with a feeling
this natural , there's no way it can be mistaken when i look at it from the
gap in my memories , it vanishes that pattern.. No matter how far we're
separated , there's no reason for you to give up
No matter how much you push me away, I can't hide it..
Now, throwing away my pride , I'll beg you.
When i awake from dreaming , if you're there for me
Oh , i need nothing more
Even the weakness hidden which i understand for the first time ,
if we can be together , I'll become strong. Give me another chance.
I'm searching for you , my dear , in the circle shape pattern.
Inside the endless maze, i want to come a little closer to you.
In this daily battle, i can't convey it, no matter how tightly you held me
i have no way to reach you..
When our hearts overlap , it will rise like a color pattern with a feeling
this natural , there's no way it can be mistaken when i look at it from the
gap in my memories , it vanishes - that pattern. No matter how far we're
separated , there's no reason for you to give up. * ( I still need you )...
For touch not my hands but through my heart receive me and bless me with your love. Remisnicing the passionate nights we had , the smiles we shared and the love we once fought for are but a fool's paradise. Life is more than what i had perceived and love is bountiful to the ones who chose to receive it. Now my love ; i am spreading my wings to fly once more. . .
An ethereal world where the impossible and lofty seems ideal and great.
For many have written, some have read, few have ever felt what it is like to be such. Whilst others beautifully and aesthetically wrote down, never have they ever felt the heart of a confused soul. Beautifully crafted, ethereally unique and wickedly unassuming and unpretentious in all of its glory, past present and future. The life of a confused beloved - me myself and i...
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