like a flower, like a dream the meeting of ours is short the endless heavy rain is falling a tear fell lightly into the corner of my lips listening to the sorrowful sounds of the wind memories are engraved into the fading moon the sadness when I quietly long for you the day for us to reunite seems hopeless everything disappears into an illusory dream in this lifetime I will no longer keep looking the beauty that’s been lost causes me to sigh the coldness transforms into a joy the past is only left with illusory dreams painting a picture of mandarin ducks alone it’s me who is still being sentimental not being able to understand the affectional person becomes languorous fading away into the misty rain in this lifetime I will no longer keep looking the beauty that’s been lost causes me to sigh the coldness transforms into a joy the past is only left with illusory dreams painting a picture of mandarin ducks alone it’s me who is still being sentimental not being able to understand the affection a person becomes languorous fading away into the misty rain.
Monday, April 30, 2018
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