Time slips away...
Just as sand in my hand...
The moon shines on your face,
With no intention to set a trend.
These memories I locked on to,
They reveal themselves in someone.
Certainly I'll recall us two,
But I'll forget you were my loved one.
Dont forget our own things...
Cause they will never fade away.
Our pictures on the strings,
And feelings left astray.
sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2011
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