Feb 4, 2017
Time Machine
A wound may heals as seconds gone by A circle will not end even if men die The wind’s breezing through our window All tears we drown are nothing but a show
Befriended with the tree and the bird Never once bothered us to be a nerd To know the heart is to feel the blood To catch those dreams we now forget about
Felt the shot of our madly deeply love Nothing in this word we didn’t know of In any minute now remembering those days As well as walking to our very own ways
I was our part we promised not to apart And history is now we are about to start Missing the piece hand we hold on tight I’m going left while you go far too right