Monday, October 8, 2018


Do you still remember?
The scorching summer, when all scattered in the vaporising wind
With hoarseness in our voice
We both reached a path, that neither of us choose to be

Strangers we are in every way,
Still, I believe in every little words of yours
As I'm too afraid to confront my own will
Will that is often devoured by loneliness

Somehow, you remind me of
The past that don't really go past
That somehow, some kind of true love
Don't belong to me

Somehow you remind me of
Even if I have the world
That somehow, some happiness that I yearn
Truly will never belong to me


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