what have i done !!!
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what have i done !!!
stop walking with your eyes fixed on where your feet land; turn your face upward to the sky. Dont miss the opportunity of soaring the sky
So close yet far as shores of seas. I long to keep my hold on you, the me who shadows your steps. Forgotten and displaceable! How worthless!
that autumn fragrance of yours remind of our bygone days, time when my hand was yours, yours mine, us as one.. yet the longing i dare not hope .. the cloud carried you in a far land of fairies
gaze only holding the beauty that is you,
my heart only dares to long for days us two come as one under the red moon
if i can't, i must. If I must, I will definitely able to do it
when one feel resentment, one strive to become stronger
a dash is like one beep of 80's phone, a short sound announcing life to cherish, a long echo echoes through eternal holdings and awaiting damnations
tears of the wind reasonate across valleys of mountains, a wailing suffocating darkness' nature
thousand gold pieces are like desert sand, a sincere heart is hard to get.
Thousand of gold pieces are easy to find, a sincere heart is hard to find
The art of living is doing rather than dreaming on doing
AllbI want is to leave an unmarked mark. Cna this world of traces allow it ?
la suicide -- absolute song layering an outter and inner cold and grey color of truth and corruption of squirrel and cockroach
meeting at midnight
in the valleys of nostalgia
a broken heart is unbeknown
a dash is like one beep of an 80's phone, a short sound alarming life to cherish, a long sound of things to hold to eternally and the awaiting darkness
This is my world
it cannot be taken away
Only, I ... can transcend it