Our favourite place we used to go.
The warm embrace that no one knows.
The loving look that's left your eyes.
It's almost easy to see the reason why.
If you want it, come get it. Because it's not going to fall from the sky. Don't wanna die alone, without you here.
Zyang.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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