I only broke the silence after i made half a joke. However, please do not think of me too much. I can't speak out but still wishing you a safe journey. It's okay, there is no need to worry about me. Sometimes there is sunshine, sometimes there is rain. And time scattered around the island, just like the clouds. There was a time when we rush into the waves, without giving a damn. The memory inside the sea floats within the tide. Only you can understand all of my insanity and sorrow. The season that i missed the most, the day that first started, the dream that i love to say, the song that you love. Freeze at its perfection. Ah, how easy changing life is..
It does not really matter now. It is not as easy as thought. Who said that there will be a give and take. You accompany me to mess around, and smile.
Accompany me not speaking a word. The song that you accompany me to write.
Who else can feel it? Only you can understand all of my insanity and sorrow. The season that i missed the most. The day that first started,the dream that i love to say, the song that you love, bitter but sweet.
Follow me to fly high. Fate begins, and end. The unknown world slowly inclines out.
How long it would still take to reach the future and giving back me a dream. I have the sky, freedom and worriless and will not fear no matter how big is the world, there's layers of clouds.
I slowly fall on the other side of the sea, the star shined green grass field, but still could not find the one tear that i dropped. I quietly searching the furthest i went yesterday. There is no more you in tomorrrow. No matter how insane or sorrow i am, nobody will understand.
The season that i missed the most, the day that first started, the dream that i love to say, the song that you love. Past events are like a mist. Stop at that one year.
The biggest of that one day. The season that i missed the most, has anyone remembered?
Sunday, December 26, 2010
To A Sweet Soul
Posted by PeepingFrigidTiffany at 12:26 AM
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