I really
love the moon for the beginning,
but now,
slowly, memory force me to hate it in the end..
When the
fullmoon being red
They always come
together without any different
Every single
word of that same song being replay,
it make me turn
back, to the past time, to the past scene, to the past ache
Under the same
sky, on that kind of place, high place
That
midnights have same atmosphere,
when it was
so warm, but slowly being dried air
Pull out the
tears, bloody tears
Time by
time, day by day, everything just come back and always be like that
Such a short
love story, such a sad ending story
Too
beautiful to forget, too sad to save in mind
I really
don’t wanna hate it
I really
want to love it forever
Smiling
while seeing the moon
Laughing
everytime it comes
But I’m
afraid I can’t for the next time
It will hurt
me more, I’ll cry more and more
Can the time
turn back?
So I can make
it right
That I don’t
need to have that acquaintance
That I don’t
need that high place
That I don’t
want that wind
That I don’t
want that smile
That I don’t
need that words
That I don’t
need to hear that songs
Better to be
alone than have many but only have “goodbye” word
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