Thursday, December 21, 2006
Memories of my mind,
like the breeze of the wind,
never fail to decipher the sadness of my heart.
It tears my heart apart,
to be distraught and down.
It feels like a thorn,
piercing through my heart,
sweetly, softly, so cruel...
Now and then,
my heart is on fire,
someone is crying,
it feels so...sad.
何時も同じな空の下で笑えるからさ, 12:27 pm.
