Monday, 16 May 2011
Fullmoon - Myself
Like a lost child, crying and searching But there was no such thing as forever
Why can't I turn them to memories You're too far, too near for me to reach The more I tell myself "I will forget" The larger you loom in my thoughts
For Fruits Basket
For instance, even if today is painful And yesterday's wounds remain I want to believe that I can free my heart and go on
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